"Well, that wasn't so bad." Gasping for air after finally landing a strike against the 300 aberrations he was up against, Valyr watched as his maelstrom of attacks dispelled the enemy forces one by one. Supporting the offensive with a series of magic spells, the entire group eventually fell to the ground lifeless, prompting him to let out a sigh of relief.
After making sure that all of the aberrations were truly dead, the young man distanced himself from the field of corpses once more as he took out a stamina and mana potion from his spatial bracelet. Downing both of them in one gulp, he took a brief look at his current condition, which was considerably better than the 2,000 kills he had gone through earlier.
