Phinyx studied me for a long moment, then sighed. "Promise me something, Allaran. Whatever this is, this magic, these abilities, don't let them change who you are. Damian calls you a weapon, and maybe that's what you're becoming, but you should decide what to strike by yourself."
The unexpected depth of his statement caught me off guard. "I'm still me, Phinyx."
"Good." He clapped me on the shoulder. "Keep it that way. Now, what's the plan for today? More speed demon antics, or are we taking it easy?"
"Actually, I want to see what constitution at level 10 means for my endurance." I said. "I'm aiming for 120 laps today, but with minimal Quickstep use. Just to see what my body can handle now."
Phinyx's eyes widened. "That's... ambitious. Your previous record without Quickstep was what, eighty something?"
"Eighty one." I confirmed. "But constitution hitting the threshold should make a difference. I want to see by how much."
"And if you start bleeding from your eyes again?"
