❛ Congratulations! That was a display of magic at an impressive level of mediocrity. ❜
⋆ — See, now that’s just rude. Ezreal thought he dealt with those creatures rather well. Their remains are still smoking, blasted with a few quick bursts of arcane energy, and most importantly: they’ve stopped chasing him. Isn’t that enough? Apparently not. “Tough crowd,” he complains, rolling his neck as his gauntlet works on charging up more of his innate magic, amplifying it and holding it there. Though he’s broken out in a cold sweat, Ezreal’s never been one to let magical exhaustion get in his way (that’s a lie, but that’s what he’s going to write in his exploration log because it sounds way better). Still, though. Can he fight a celestial dragon in this state? No. Can he fight a celestial dragon in any state? That’s a question for another time. Still, he watches it cautiously. Just because he can’t necessarily fight it, doesn’t mean he has to just lie down and die. Maybe they can join forces? “Uh ... I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. I’m Ezreal. Prodigy, Expedition Novelist, Grandmaster Explorer, Cartographer, and Treasure Hunter Extraordinaire. And you are...?”
