The crisp sound of a blade piercing bone that he expected never came. Instead…
BANG!
A Spell Shield, black as ink and forged purely from Negative Energy, instantly sprang into existence, violently colliding with the Longsword wreathed in silver-white Fighting Spirit.
After the muffled impact, a bone-chilling SIZZLE of corrosion followed.
Seeing the tip of the sword so close, yet unable to advance another inch, Ellis silently curled his lips into a smile.
"Well now… Mr. Knight."
His voice no longer held its past bitterness and resentment, but instead carried a hint of amusement.
"Could it be you have some… special preferences? To be so insistent on tailing a man…"
Before he finished speaking, the once-stable Negative Energy Shield suddenly let out a low hum, then violently expanded outward.
A blast of pure Magic Power slammed into the body of the blade.
The spine of the sword groaned under the strain, instantly bending like a bow.
