"Okay, it's time for us to shine," Inigo smirked.
The warlord's molten staff ignited with pulsing energy—crackling, humming, screaming with magic as it gathered in its crystal core. Then it released.
A bolt of condensed arcane energy streaked across the chamber, a glowing lance of death heading straight for him and Lyra.
Inigo didn't flinch.
[–500 Tokens: Freedom Shop – Ballistic Shield – Series X-RAM Mk IV]
A sharp flash of blue lit up his right wrist, and with a mechanical whir, a solid ballistic shield materialized around his forearm. Matte black plating layered with carbon mesh, mag-locks stabilizing its center, and a sleek digital HUD flaring to life across its rim.
He brought it up just in time.
The spell struck.
The entire cavern lit up in blue and violet, thunder cracking around them like a dragon's scream. Sparks exploded as the shield took the brunt of the force. Inigo's boots scraped back across the stone floor, digging trenches beneath him—but he held.
