Uriel had been drowning in glee, battle endlessly fun and his new arcane abilities like an entirely new world opened up to him.
Having talent for something, and being in love with it, were two different things, but at this moment, Uriel couldn't help but develop an endless love for magic itself.
In his life, when had he ever been able to run so fast? To throw a punch without feeling like his arm would shatter? To feel the wind rush past his ears like this? To feel his mind bloom so freely?
It was endless fun, and he couldn't stop grinning.
"FUCK!"
In the distance, hearing the seasoned regressor roar in frustration, he couldn't help but feel his smile widen even more.
"I'll show you something."
Who said Mage Types were the only ones with unfair advantages?
BANG!
Uriel simply did not know what happened.
