Chapter 87 - Waygate

The wind was flapping every piece of clothing they had worn with vengeance, making it hard to see forward for more than a few seconds. Damian had never in his life missed goggles as much as he did today. It was a very simple thing, yet not simple enough to make. He could technically make a very small invisible box covering just his face, staying just inches in front of it, but that was a waste of mana. It was a cool idea for making goggles though, if he someday learned Runesmithing and managed to imbue his runic circle into the metal.