Lucas escaped the death he saw coming from the lady he had encountered. He was panting as if breathless, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. His eyes were heavy, and his eyebags were dark.
He looked at his surroundings, greenery as usual, and the soothing air was still there, but he couldn't calm down.
When he checked his condition, he knew that he had used plenty of mana out there. Even if he got the body, he still needed to get used to the feeling of mana in his body, or else he would unintentionally drain himself from overusing it.
At first, magic spells needed equivalent mana to create, but if he overused the mana and didn't utilize it well, resulting in an average spell but draining mana usage, by any time, he would be dead.
He should be serious by now. As he realized that that was what he needed, he performed a spell to coat himself. He used it to soothe himself and clear his mind, preparing his brain for planning.
