He still had plenty of energy.
The power of Clore's rage was strong, but the continuous drain on his internal strength was no less than that of Explosive Flame.
Fortunately, Lind had a strong control over his body.
It might have been the "ring" etched onto his chest by "Praise the Sun" that allowed him to precisely control every bit of power in his blood.
The flames died down, and the abrupt extraction of power ceased.
He could finally take a breath of relief.
His vitality was rapidly recovering—if there had been "datafication," Lind's mp would probably be at -10, then +2+2+2+2. Even without such data support, he was incredibly familiar with his body, a familiarity stemming from becoming a Great Knight after taking the Magic Potion.
He wondered if all Great Knights who took the Magic Potion felt this way, or if it was just him.
The ground was littered only with the hacked-up remains of scavengers.
