I glanced up at the sky, raised the sword high, and swung it.
SWISH!
Oh no. Goodness me... I had just landed one hell of a move.
The shockwave that exploded out from the strike was so powerful it knocked several dwarves off their feet and sent them tumbling across the ground. And the sky?
The clouds that had been thick and hovering were suddenly—cleanly—split apart, like a razor had torn the heavens open.
But—of course...
{Master's magic power has dropped. It now rests at 20%.}
(Thanks for the good news.)
And just like that, I had landed myself into another ridiculously stupid situation.
Something that absorbs 80% of my magic is a straight-up suicide mechanism.
"So, how does my Lord—"
I grabbed his beard before he could say something incredibly stupid, then pulled him to my level.
"Look here, old man," I said, staring into his hollow, dark eyes, "No one mocks me and walks away unharmed."