As Acolytes, our Anima Depths were small, and our Anima were mere wisps. In a fight, our magic was the first to run out before our bodies gave out.
Even an Adept's magic would run out before their bodies gave, but my magic was tearing me apart.
These threads of lightning were beyond anything that could be considered normal, even for a mage.
Each of the threads emerged from my channels, thinner than a spider's, but they were too numerous and sharp, and as I wielded them, it was my fingers that began to fall first, and soon I had four fewer digits across my two palms.
The channels inside them were thin, and the bones and connecting tissues, even with Mortal Shell, could not hold for long, but I was killing faster than I had ever done before.
[ Stored Essence: 58,000 → 61,000 ]
