While his magic was ideal, his body was so weak that his mana wouldn’t last long. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. The stress would likely push her further into the delusion, maybe even kill her. His mouth was as dry as ashes, and he felt like he would die of thirst, just like he had a few times in the past. “Tin, let’s eat breakfast.” She didn’t respond. She presented it to Noah, and he opened it to reveal his phone and wallet. They had plenty to carry, and the rain made everything heavier, with the added cold sapping their strength. But even I believe in a bit of something.”
The man laughed and spat on the ground. It was also difficult to see, splashing against his face and blurring his vision, but he kept his gaze focused on his enemies. He wasn’t a fisherman or merchant, rather, it was a hobby.