The slower they approached, the more time Damian had to draw his runic circles. With mana concerns no longer an issue, the only limitations on maintaining multiple spells were his focus and mana control.
His high INT stat already gave him an edge, and his mana control improved with every passing second in his life. He could now even fully sense the intricate workings of his soul-bound weapon. No matter how refined a runic tool Damian crafted, his spear remained the only item in his possession capable of withstanding the immense power of third-rank-level mana without breaking.
Though the spear contained only a single spell, its versatility increased as he channeled greater amounts of mana into it. Still, it showed no visible runic circles.
"Who are you, kid?" asked the muscular man in the tight uniform, his thick, dark, and stylish hair framing his gruff voice. "Where are you from?"
