When morning came, His vessels were well rested and essence replenished.
With the new core, he realized the maximum range of his vessels had grown by fifteen metres.
Both him and Alia were cloaked up and mounted on their horses. It was not strange to see people covering their faces.
Hadrian needed to. Two teenagers on such horses would draw great attention. Not to mention, he was sure by now, word about him and his abilities was travelling through the mob.
Even when attacking that mage from four fronts, and with a skilled fighter vessel, I still struggled.
Hadrian thought back to the fight.
Truston was pretty beaten down and in a magical suppressed cellar. If I could get to him….
Tsk, They'll probably move him.
Flicking his wrist, a coin appeared seemingly out of thin air.
Since he was the horse, he did not need to control the reins. His eyes were focused on the coin, amazed by the ability.
