Chapter 295
I've started to come around to the general idea that I'm stupid . I mean, I'd considered that perhaps I was a little impulsive, Gandalf knows my decision making 'process' could, when written down, fit on the back of stamp with enough room left over for a drawing of Tiny poking himself in the eyes .
But I'd never considered myself to be a complete moron . I mean, there was that time I waltzed up to some human guards to say hello whilst I inhabited the body of a monstrous ant, but I still feel I can chalk that one up to stress and shock .
This time, I don't believe that I have the capacity to draw on excuses such as those . This goes beyond the impulsive, beyond a habitual lack of foresight or pattern of lackadaisical thinking .
This was just downright stupid .
As mana leaked out of my core, drained away into the air around me, how did I attack the monster horde in front of me? When my blood was up and the excitement of the fight was upon me, without thinking I decided that the best way to clear the chaff around the warehouse was using the empowered water cannon, pouring out my mana with unrestrained zeal to cut the monsters apart .
My mana .
I need that stuff! It is the lifeblood of my monstrous body and I literally need it to live! I was just under half empty when we made it to Midum, half of my life energy gone into the air, and what do I do? I take what is left of the mana in my core, pulled it out in huge amounts, made a water mana transformation construct, then created compressed water mana in order to hose down the enemy with wild abandon .
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YOU IDIOT, ANTHONY!
My core gasped for breath as the final ten percent of mana in my core, the last wisp of energy I had left, stirred and sputtered about . I've probably got until the end of the day until my core has run out of gas, then the pain will come on fast . This is not good .
As keen as I am to run for the nearest Dungeon entrance as fast as possible, I want to make sure things are under control here . Not to mention I need to talk to Morrelia to find out the location of a close Dungeon entrance anyway .
Which means I need to use my mana to craft a mind bridge . Ugh . Using my mana as sparingly as possible, I weave together the mind bridge . I committed all of my will and energy to ensure that not a single iota of MP was lost without cause . It's amazing what a little scarcity can do for your outlook .
[Don't have long Morrelia, running out of mana . Everything good? You done going berserk?]
The tough as nails mercenary is stood close to the warehouse, conversing with a grizzled looking fellow in his twenties, a spear held lightly in one hand . As she heard my message Morrelia turned toward me and nodded .
[Hold on] she sent, [I'm talking to the leader of these survivors . It seems the people in the warehouse are the last ones left from Midum . He says the aristocracy fled on ships into the bay at the first sign of trouble . ]
[Classy stuff . ]
[Hold on a second . ]
She spoke to the fellow for a few moments longer and I could've sworn he was leaning in a little closer than one would expect . Wait, now he's put his spear across his shoulders in just such a way that his biceps are featured prominently .
Is this guy putting the moves on Morrelia?! That is a brave man right there . Even as they speak she is covered head to toe in monster blood . Her berserker style doesn't exactly lead to much subtlety when it comes to fighting up close and personal .
[Is this guy cracking onto you Morrelia?] I chortled .
I could see her shoulders slump from where I stood a dozen metres behind her .
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