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he wanted to escape to the beautiful world in which the disaster his life had become didn’t exist.
he wanted to escape to the beautiful world in which the disaster his life had become didn’t exist.
“Connection complete,” the system voice said proudly. “Good luck, hero!”
“Connection complete,” the system voice said proudly. “Good luck, hero!”
“Death is the coward’s way out,” James snarled. “So you messed up, and it sucks. So what?
“You think that because you can cast, you understand what it means to have magic? I was born before the sky knew limits—before our wings were burned. I was a true sorcerer, and now that your game is no longer forcing its clumsy idea of how mana works upon me, I am free to be one again. But not you.” He shook his head in pity. “Poor miserable creature. You’ve been given so much power, but you’re still too bound by the old assumptions to use it, which is why you will never win.”
James flipped the staff in his hands and swung it as hard as he could, savoring the look of surprise on the lich’s face as the black steel knob landed in the side of his skull. The blow knocked the sorcerer off Arbati and onto the floor. He was trying to push himself back up when James marched over to kick his decrepit hands out from under him.
