Lucius shot through the air, the snow whirling around him like silver dust.
He covered the mini-drone with a thin layer of space, letting it tag along without breaking its stealth though he made it look as if he didn't even know it was there.
He soared higher, the wind slashing across his face as he moved deeper into the dungeon.
There were frozen ridges, jagged cliffs of ice, and endless plains of snow stretched beneath him.
Packs of white wolves howled below, and his stomach growled.
He frowned.
Even though he was hungry, eating those things wasn't an option.
The first reason was simple… HE COULDN'T EAT THEM RAW!!!
There was no fire here, and blasting meat with plasma didn't exactly sound like a good meal plan.
Who wanted food cooked by radiation?
The second reason was… maintenance. He didn't feel like wasting effort cutting through monsters when that mana could be used for flight.
And the final reason… he was approaching the second boss.
