Ethan did not hesitate.
The moment his mana recovered enough, he surged back into the air.
But this time, his Flame Flight, as he called it, was different.
'The name's dope and it's my first skill that isn't recognised by the system, otherwise it would have called it some beast bullshit.'
It was his own, and that made it all the more special to Ethan.
Flames burst from his arms, not wildly this time, but with intent. Controlled streams of fire jetted from his forearms, angled carefully to act as propulsion. It was not elegant, and it certainly was not efficient, but it worked.
He hovered before pushing forward.
The key was regulation.
Too much mana, and he would engulf himself again, burning whatever he was wearing to ash. Too little, and he would drop like a stone into the endless void below. So he balanced it carefully, adjusting output with each passing second, keeping the flames tight and focused.
It was draining, but right now, it was his most dynamic form of movement.
