Sitting cross legged on a large rock not far from the cliffs overlooking the moss filled swamp like area under the Cloudrest mountains, Kyle puffed.
The mountain was floating about a hundred meters away from the edge of the cliff. No matter how he looked at it, he could see no way of getting across that huge gap without some sort of flight. He opened his interface and looked over the skills and spells he could learn if he wanted to.
There were plenty of buffs and debuffs, lots of ways to kill things, or injure things, even some protective spells, but nothing that could potentially give him flight.
He considered summoning Aoris to ask her if she had any ideas, but she had spoken her part already. He was the Summoner. It was his job to think of solutions, not hers.
“Good evening, sir.” A gentle voice with a very heavy British accent startled Kyle. The young man leapt up to his feet as he turned around to face whoever was speaking to him.
It was
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