บท 872: Art of Defense

Fein sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes fixed on Imeng with unwavering focus. The campfire crackled in the background, casting dancing shadows on their surroundings. It was a moment of deep gravity as Imeng prepared to impart his knowledge of defensive magic.

Imeng held out his hand, palm facing upward, and a shimmering aura enveloped his fingertips. A soft glow emanated from his hand, casting a gentle light on his face. He began with the first spell, Obstructive Shield, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Alright, Fein, pay close attention," Imeng said, his voice carrying a weight of importance. "The Obstructive Shield is all about creating a barrier that hinders the progress of an opponent. It disrupts their movements, slows them down, and gives you time to react and counter. Visualize it like a thick mist that wraps around your body, impeding any attack that comes your way."