The wind violently brushed against Adam's face as he plummeted towards the ground.
In his mind, he couldn't stop cursing the Joker. That damn clown! Is he trying to kill me?!!
The distance to the ground was at least a mile. If he didn't act quickly, all that would remain of him would be broken bones and meat paste—no matter how sturdy his body was.
Before the laws of nature, there was no difference between a mortal and a Magus.
A Mana Vortex Magus did not have the ability to fly. That privilege was only reserved for Mana Core Magi and higher.
So in Adam's situation, all he could do was slow down his descent and tank the rest of the fall damage with this robust physique.
There was no way he was going to leave it up to the Joker to save him in the nick of time.
As he continued to fall at great speeds, he hurriedly sacrificed the feather of the Rowin bird. Then, just as he was about to weave hand seals…
SPLASH!
