In his tent, Lex was completely drenched in sweat. His shirt was stuck to this skin and his eyes were squeezed shut because he could not continuously wipe them.
Right now, it was only due to his 'flow' state that he was not panicking.
No matter what his authority, the Inn never provided him with a single direct way of defending itself. There were a few very specific defensive formations he could buy, but he had neither the MP nor the energy to power them.
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