Leaving that train of thought behind, Eldrian thought back to his battle with the Death Knight. As often the case, he had been overconfident.
This time, however, that was okay. It had only been a dungeon attempt. Sure, there was a massive CD—win or lose. But that was all. No one had been in real danger. At least, as far as Eldrian could confirm.
Of course, drawing on his auras was always dangerous. But that was why he had been training with Ziraili.
In the end, Eldrian had been put in a bind not because of the fight itself, but rather because he didn't want to appear naked on the guild's stream. This body, his avatar, might not be his real one. But it would still have been quite embarrassing.
'That's it!' Slamming his balled right hand into his left hand, Eldrian smiled. "I just need to make some armor that won't burn. Even when I channel Wrath."
