Meilyr thanked his good fortune for the Syndic's timely arrival.
Although he had never counted on killing a Thaumaturge with the available tools at his disposal, he had hoped to at least wound him badly enough to justify a tactical retreat without appearing as a coward.
Yet, despite all his efforts, he had done no lasting damage to his foe.
Meilyr's fight against the Pontiff of Stars had shown him a hint of the pinnacle of magecraft and how minuscule he stood in front of it, which falsely led him to believe that there would be a far lesser gap between an Occultist and a Thaumaturge.
Such a mistaken assumption nearly cost him his life.
Through a perception spell, he had initially hypothesized that the Thaumaturge suffered from a strange ailment that constrained the volume of Mana his body could withstand at once, but two facts soon proved him wrong.
