Okay.
Fine.
I got a little excited.
…Alright, way too excited.
But come on—if you had twenty high-grade magic bombs, all personally enhanced with your talent, and a monster that could tear apart half a city glaring at you like you were lunch—what else are you supposed to do?
Use them all.
Every. Single. One.
And I wasn't even halfway through yet.
Click. Glow. Toss.
Click. Glow. Toss.
BOOOOOM—!!!!
I could feel it—the way the mana swelled in each bomb the moment I activated my talent. Like I was breathing life into them. Giving them purpose.
Behind me, someone muttered, "He's not… seriously going to use all twenty…"
Spoiler alert: I was.
"I AM!" I shouted without turning around. "WHY ELSE WOULD I BRING TWENTY IF I WASN'T GONNA USE TWENTY?!"
Another boom rocked the door, and dust rained down from the ceiling like a soft sprinkle warning us of an incoming cave-in. Mira shrieked and ducked behind a pillar. Violet looked like she'd just seen a war god descend.
