Chapter 44 Magic Duel

Thwick! Thwick!

Arrows from crossbows whizzed through the air toward Desmond, who frowned in irritation at the persistent barrage.

"I was hoping they'd pull out guns by now," he muttered, a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

The mirrored world still held many mysteries for him, and he had prepared himself for the possibility of firearms appearing. 

After all, the mercenaries accompanying the mage Lorien Vareth had carried guns, even if they hadn't used them.

 He was confident that even if bullets rained down, his shield and durability-enhancing magic would keep him safe.

For now, Desmond summoned a shield.

A powerful mana field shimmered into existence around him, imbued with a faint physical force. He didn't bother to make it overly solid—there was no need for such excess.

 A few more crossbow bolts flew at him, but as they struck the shield, their speed slowed, and their trajectories warped.