Lyerin moved, his eyes scanning the desolate streets as he navigated the ruins of the city.
The thought nagged at him that perhaps he should have sought out explosive buildings or areas ripe with potential traps to expedite his leveling up first. But the more he considered it, the more he knew his decision to proceed manually had been the right one.
Without enough mana to escape a tight situation, he would have been nothing more than another corpse in this hellscape.
Leveling up first manually by killing fleshers was the best choice Lyerin made, that time, he had time to build up his strength, to ensure that when he did make his move, it would be decisive and he would be safe.
As he walked, the city seemed to groan around him, the silence punctuated by the occasional distant crash or the low growl of a nearby flesh-eater.