A few hours later, Logan found himself on an air shuttle back to the Mercer Headquarters in Denver.
Letting out a groan as he sat down, he completely relaxed.
''I'm so grateful I bought extra legroom this time,'' he mumbled, eyes closed.
'My time in Iceland was worth it,' he thought. 'I've improved in so many ways, I can barely keep track.'
His mastery of the Flaming Body technique had soared, to the point where he felt like he was only a little away from fully mastering the second stage.
He'd managed to test out and use several undead techniques during combat, and his skill with his glaive had reached heights far above what he used to be capable of.
'But all of that pales compared to the massive growth in experience,' he thought, smiling faintly. 'The way I minimized wasted movements and mana… that's the real proof of growth.'
Hours flew by before a soft chime echoed through the cabin.
[We will begin our descent into Denver shortly. Please fasten your restraints.]
