The wind bit at Reidar's face, but it felt refreshing. It didn't smell like it did in the cave, which was a wonderful upgrade.
He sat on the back of a massive Crow from the Apex Menagerie as it fought against the turbulence. The road leading back to Ashwick broke the blur of green that dominated the forest below.
He checked his mana. It was regenerating, slowly but surely, thanks to his many perks and the passive intake from his gear. He wasn't running on fumes anymore, but he felt the mental fatigue of the fight against Silas. Killing a mutated human almost at level 400 wasn't something one could just walk off.
As the city of Ashwick came into view, Reidar leaned forward.
"Jeez…"
From this altitude, the situation was as clear as the day itself, and it was absolute. He had expected damage, but this looked like a natural disaster had localized itself within the city walls.
