Halting his incredibly rapid steps, Noah's figure slid for a few meters before coming to a stop, and on his face was an annoyed expression.
Glancing at his core, Noah found that he had used almost half of its contents in the two minutes he used to cross the around 30 miles distance he had calculated.
"6000!," Noah remarked, 'I need a far bigger core than this, else i will not be able to fight much,' He thought.
Although the whole situation annoyed him, he couldn't blame anyone but himself. Noah immediately decided that he would keep the potion making skill on constantly.
He needed a lot to move around, and even more to utilize his other abilities, so that decision was a necessary one.
"I miss Mana," Noah groaned, while setting his eyes on the road before him.
He had stopped at his current position because he was already close to the village. He knew this because, he was already surrounded by the massive hills the village was built between.
