Suddenly, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time after reaching such heights in this world.
Terror.
Canceling Eternal Flame, I quickly began to flood every pore of my body with wind mana, forcing a large shockwave to erupt out of my body, turning my enchanted clothes into swiss cheese, only saved by their slow-acting self-repair function.
However, due to the massive impact and change in pressure, my ears screamed and rang in pain, my eardrums had long checked out.
Whilst flooding my ears with light mana and looking all around, I turn just in time to see Fyor catapulting towards the edge of the birdcage, slamming into the golden wall.
Using my staff to balance myself or boost my magic is pointless, I can barely stand straight, let alone aim. Thankfully, I need neither of those things to hit with a shotgun.