The weird power behind him raised goosebumps all over Roland's body. He suddenly turned around, only to see a thin, fair hand reaching for his throat.
The fingers on this hand were pointy, with blood-like nail polish.
Roland suddenly leaned back and unleashed all his mental power to create a Magic Shield.
Magic Shields were generally transparent, but this one was milky, no longer as thick as an eggshell but at least three centimeters thick.
By logic, such a Magic Shield could've resisted all attacks below the level of Legendary.
However, this tiny hand only squeezed it softly, and the Magic Shield was already creaking as if it were falling apart.
The cracks were spreading out from where the Magic Shield was being squeezed.
Roland had foreseen the possibility a month earlier. Though uncomfortable, he was not really nervous.
The Magic Shield gradually turned transparent, and Roland stared at the owner of the tiny hand… Mirna.
