Ezra awoke in the real world, his body was aching with pain, and he was certain more than a few bones had been pulverized. Miraculously, his [Unique Skill], and his expert control of mana were more than enough to keep him... alive.
There was nothing but darkness around him, along with heavy slabs of broken concrete, metal bars poked out of the stone, but failed to pierce his flesh. Ezra coughed, and his eyes naturally went up, peeking out of the hole he found himself in.
He couldn't see anything, not really, but he could feel it. He could feel the immense waves of mana roaring in the distance, the sheer absurdity of it coming from the god-like existence in the sky, one that never seemed to run out of mana.
