"How dare a lowlife demand a deal with us?"
A feminine voice roared and a volley of ice shards dashed at Adam. They were brimming with anger.
Adam shook his head helplessly and used the dead saint's body as a shield. But to his surprise, the ice daggers evaded the corpse and pierced the earthling.
"Interesting."
Whispering to himself, Adam recalled the words of the sage.
'Magic is an easy way of offence and defence but it comes with its disadvantages. Just like how tedious physical activities wore out a person, a complicated application like guiding a projectile or prolonged sustaining of a shield can tire a person mentally. The mental drain can reflect in their physique and creates a sense of weakness, which all mortals usually forget easily about.'
"And that's why the Arcane Glyphs weren't taught to the public."
Arcane Glyphs!
