Adrian rocketed back toward the battlefield, his suit cutting through the wind like a blade of retribution.
But now, Adrian's mind was honed by the epiphany that had struck him.
'It all makes sense,' he thought, piecing together the fragments of observation and logic. 'And if I'm right, the core of it all is a power source, siphoning mana from... somewhere. Whatever it is, I'll have to isolate it.'
His plan formed as he approached. 'Time to stop holding back.'
Those magic grenades in his [Inventory] were precious because they were limited in how much he could acquire.
The forest's stronger inhabitants were dwindling, and for his grand vision of a Magi-Tech civilization to come true, he had to minimize how much he weaponized magic crystals.
But the knowledge that this was a chance to end it once and for all, and a chance to obtain more crystals in return, strengthened Adrian's resolve.
