The Beggar King(1)

Daneel collapsed to his knees and sucked in large, deep breaths even though he had not been the one to cast the spell.

His head felt like it was splitting, the point in the middle of his forehead burning as if someone had put a torch to it. His stomach turned, threatening to spill out the eggs he had eaten in the morning, and none of the queasiness was due to the blood leaking out of the body in front of him.

He had seen scenes much worse, and on occasion, had even caused them to play out without batting an eyelid. No, the reason behind his exertion was what he had just done.

Like a child running before learning how to walk, he had used magic beyond his level. Hell, he didn't even know the levels of mages in this land, but he was sure that he had skipped quite a few by doing what he had just done.