With a powerful downstroke of his wings.
WHOOSH!!
Corvin launched them into the air. The rush of wind tore at Jack's hair and clothes as they soared through the dungeon's cavernous passages.
Stalactites blurred past them like stone spears, and the echo of their flight bounced off the walls in a continuous rumble.
As they approached a slime cluster, Jack could hear them before he could see them. A wet, squelching symphony.
SQUELCH!
SPLORCH!
BLURP!
It sounded like hundreds of gelatinous bodies sliding over stone. The sound was nauseating, like listening to someone chew with their mouth open, but amplified a thousandfold.
'Alright, switch me back to Lightning Mage,' Jack commanded, feeling the familiar surge of power as his class changed.
[Class Changed: Lightning Mage Rank 8]
The change was immediate and intoxicating. Lightning coursed through Jack's veins like liquid electricity, making every nerve ending sing with power.
