"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.