Lenny backed off steadily.
He could feel that he had recovered a significant amount of magic points.
Although he was not sure how he would defend himself against these many Magistris, he knew one thing:
That was the fact that he did not want to become whatever it was that those people were becoming when they put in the capsules.
He would rather kill himself than allow them to stick him in a tube.
Lenny slowly gathered his energy. Even his muscles had become taut, ready to explode for an escape route if this Magistri before him was to release his darkline energy again.
Passing out here was akin to a chicken taking a nap on the butcher's board.
Lenny was not going to allow what happened last time to repeat itself.