Allen withdrew his senses and opened his eyes.
The inside of the engine nozzle was cramped and dim. The corroded metal walls reflected the faint blue light in his pupils.
Morning Star-level Spiritual Power and Magic Power surged through his body like a great river released from its dam. The immense force placed an unprecedented strain on every blood vessel in this body of flesh and blood.
He raised his hand and looked at his palm, where the veins were faintly visible beneath the skin.
From a Prince of the Mortal World, to a "Guardian" of the Aiselan Plane, and now a fugitive who had been hiding in the ruins for more than two years.
He knew its limits better than anyone.
An ordinary body of flesh and blood, with no bloodline enhancements or mechanical modifications.
A Morning Star Wizard from the Bloodline School could destroy a continent with their bare hands right now.
But him? He couldn't even crush the armor of a Peacekeeper, let alone leave this place.
