The feeling of adding Soul mana into each step he took was exhilarating… not only did it strengthen Klaus's physical attack power but his mana as well.
It was an entirely new intoxicating sensation.
Distinct from the heavy metallic rigidity of his Metal Magic or the sharp swirl of his Wind Affinity… This one felt completely divine to use.
As Klaus bounded effortlessly through the dense sprawling canopy of Yerefall Grove, he actively pushed the ghostly white energy directly into the soles of his reinforced leather boots.
The raw magical output reacted violently with the physical world. Every single time his foot made contact with a branch, the white energy flared propelling him forward with physics-defying momentum and leaving glowing footprints that dissolved into the wind.
'Though I can feel it draining really quickly…' Klaus thought.
His brow furrowed slightly behind his face as his mind constantly monitored his internal core.
It was a highly volatile resource.
