Chapitre 171: The Futile Defense Mechanism

The barrier's defense mechanism sprang to life the moment Draven uttered his words. The air around him crackled with arcane energy as a series of complex magic circles materialized in rapid succession, each one glowing with a different hue. From these circles, torrents of elemental magic—fire, ice, lightning, and shadow—rushed toward Draven, intent on overwhelming him with their combined might. Spikes of dark energy shot up from the ground, aiming to pierce his body, while ethereal chains lashed out, seeking to bind him where he stood.

Draven moved forward without pause, his expression cold and unflinching. The onslaught of spells seemed almost trivial in his presence, as if the very notion of danger had been rendered meaningless by his sheer will. His arrogance was palpable, an aura that dwarfed even the chaotic magic swirling around him. Each spell that was cast seemed to dissipate before it could reach him, dissolving into harmless sparks that fizzled out in the air.