“I still can’t believe it. You’re a frucking Boost. The first of its kind,” Caterina said, shaking her head. Ten days later, I was still getting used to the fact myself. Who would’ve thought that I, Harlow Daygon, who, up until very recently, couldn’t throw a proper rune to save my life, would be able to take my magic, let it build until it almost split me in two, and then release it into an incredibly powerful super-rune, boosting my magic tenfold.
Anticlimactic
