The Collector shattered itself free from the ice encasing it, red curls of magical energy flickering from its ashen white body as they forcibly broke apart remaining chunks of ice stuck in carapace crevices. It checked its mana reserves.
It was operating currently at 55% of its total mana, having restored 15% over the past hour. This was not at all the 70% threshold the Collector wished to be at for any altercation with a powerful being.
And this being, this tinkerer, was powerful.
The Collector could sense it with utter ease.
The tinkerer standing before the Collector was tall for an average tinkerer, standing at slightly over two meters tall with a wide, stocky build padded with muscle.
He was of the same tinkering variant as the Undead adventurer had been with pointed ears and blue scales framing his forehead.