Lucius sighed.
'Fucking portal spells,' he thought, shaking his head slowly.
His body still trembled from the strain of using that specific spell.
That last jump had drained the final drops of mana left in his veins, leaving him light-headed and weak.
He had poured everything into the spell… not just mana but his mental focus too.
He could feel it; the thin string of spatial energy still connecting him to the point where he'd thrown his team out of the dungeon.
He needed to hold it stable for a few more seconds to make sure it stayed open long enough for them to pass through safely before they got stuck in space.
And because of that, he couldn't pull himself along.
'I hate you,' he told the thread of space that was in his hand.
He slumped against the icy wall beside the cave entrance and let out another long, tired breath.
The frost on the stone hissed from the heat coming off his body.
Now it was silent.
He was alone.
'Great. Fucking great.'
