As the blood-filled monster witnessed the might of Excavula, a malevolent smirk curled upon its lips. The crimson liquid that coated its body thickened, transforming into a grotesque, armor-like skin.
'My spell was shattered?' Fein couldn't help but be surprised for a moment. However, he swiftly regained his composure.
"Is that all you've got, Fein?" the blood-filled monster taunted, its voice dripping with venom. "Your feeble spells are nothing compared to my impenetrable defense. Prepare to meet your end."
Fein's expression remained unfazed, a subtle smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You underestimate the power of true mastery," he countered, his tone laced with an air of quiet confidence. "Your armor may be strong, but let's see if it will be able protect you from my other spells."
