He had used up most of his Swordsman mana on high grade Skills in the name of efficiency. Even with the Elixirs he looted in this Zone and the ones prior, he ran out of the magical energy in no time.
Not only did Elixirs increase MP meagerly, the mana quality was inferior compared to ambient mana gathered during sleep.
He was running on fumes and still couldn't find where the damned Beast Source was.
More threats came.
The Ice Gators (Lvl 75) awaited in the deeper, frozen channels. Semi-aquatic, they used the ice itself as a weapon.
With a concussive tail-slap, they could trigger ⸢Fracture Lines⸥, causing massive sheets of ice to calve and flip like monstrous traps.
Percival saw one of his Skeleton Soldiers vanish under a thousand-ton slab of blue ice.
With his Swordsman mana as low as it was, the only High-Grade Skill he could afford was ⸢Monarch's Tread⸥.
He used it to find footing as he battled his way through the Ice Gators.
