Looking at the pitch-black night ahead, John, flying through the air, gradually realized a very serious problem.
"The magic power in my body might not be enough to support me all the way to the rendezvous point."
Sensing the inexplicably rapid depletion of his magic power, John frowned deeply, unable to suppress the doubt rising in his heart.
According to his original calculations, the magic power he had reserved after taking off to evade the naval artillery explosion should have been more than enough to let him easily reach the army's current encampment as planned and rendezvous with the main force.
Yet for some unknown reason, after witnessing the destruction of the Bloodhowl Legion and Gromas from above, then obtaining that Blood Core containing Crown Tier power from the shattered battlefield—
Once he took flight again, his magic power was being consumed at more than twice the previous rate.
And according to his calculations, that rate was still steadily increasing.
Could it have something to do with the dissipation of the original owner's remaining consciousness?
"Troublesome!"
Realizing that if he kept flying like this, he would likely crash on the spot from magical exhaustion in less than half a minute—
Despite the helplessness filling his heart, John could only make an emergency landing on the ground below and carefully inspect the condition inside his body.
However, after circulating magic power through his body and examining it once, he still failed to find the source of the accelerated consumption.
It was not until he took out the Blood Core, which he had stored in a sock he had taken off, that he found the answer from this object that constantly emitted an eerie aura.
"So the reason my magic power consumption intensified and nearly caused me to crash was simply because