I hung in the air, my body still humming with the residual energy of my regeneration. I had been thrown 1,200 miles by an attack from a Sovereign I had not even seen coming. The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it made me angry.
I turned and began to fly back toward the Sovereigns; even from this distance, where the horizon was curving into the earth, I could still feel the rumbles of power in the distance… the war had resumed again, and I was missing it.
My body cut through the air like a blade, the wind screaming past me as I pushed myself to speeds that would have shredded a lesser mage, but I could still see that my speed was not enough.
I thought about Stormstep and how I could integrate it with the Law that I had just mastered. My body flashed and vanished, reappearing miles ahead, and I kept doing this when I discovered the limitation of this movement even with my Law due to the lack of lightning essence for me to appear out of.
