To Risk Or Not To Risk
As Raze opened his eyes, he found himself back in the ever-so-familiar black waiting room.
The defeaning resound in his head and the pain had greatly dulled down.
And he was slowly starting to regain clarity about his situation and everything that had just happened.
Sitting down on the familiar, invisible black ground, he relaxed his mind and body, allowing them to recover from the shock and explosion of the fireball.
Remembering the events on the seventh floor, he couldn't help but look at the finger on his ring in fear.
He never expected it to be so powerful and destructive; after all, it was only an E-grade item.
The explosion he caused at the end was similar to multiple tones of TNT going off at once.
It felt absurd to think that such a powerful explosion was caused by him.
Granted that it took a whole minute and almost all his mana to pull it off, and even then he was almost caught in the crossfire.