Theron looked like he was already half-dead. There was only so much he seemed capable of doing to protect himself.
What these people didn't know was that his body might be completely broken, but his Mana Cores were untouched, and his soul had long recovered. Sleeping for three hours was more than enough for a Perfect False Voidwrought to regain all of their strength in a single go.
He stood there on the top of the hill, the speed of the two Flux Mancers so great that they surely believed that, to a Gold Mancer like himself, it would only be a matter of half a blink before they were upon him.
What they didn't understand was that, to Theron's senses, they might as well have been moving in slow motion.
What good was the speed of a Middle Dome of Heaven Mancer to the senses of a Quasi King?
[Abyssal Lance].
