I only needed my prey in sight—and as soon as the shaman became visible from above, I met the condition to use [Swap].
My plan was simple: switch places mid-fall and let gravity do the killing. The shaman would find himself plummeting from an absurd height, headfirst, with no time to react.
It wasn't the first time I'd used this tactic. Earlier, it had worked well enough—the shaman had been forced to waste mana cushioning his descent with a fireball and his barrier.
But this time… this time, I was falling from much higher.
I doubted those same spells would help him now.
Even if he could activate them in time, the sheer velocity at which he would drop would punch straight through whatever protection he could conjure. I was moving like a meteor—unstoppable and deadly.
With a sharp clap of my hands, I activated [Swap], and in a blink, I stood safely on the ground. The shaman—still grinning smugly just a second ago—was now hurtling toward the earth like a flaming sack of regret.
