The white moonlight hit through the thick canopy of trees touching only small parts of the dark forests, making the elven mage even feel more cautious of being seen by the enemy as he led the small unit of eight soldiers through the woods. His silver eyes scanned the environment with caution as they made their way to the small village where the demon was last reported to be seen.
As of that moment he sensed something and his brows knitted into a concentrated frown and signaled the rest of the soldiers to stop with his hand.
"Christa, barrier. Now!" he commanded the white haired mage standing on his right as he drew out a pair of twin blades from his scabbards and poured mana into them.
Christa's gaze sharpened and a translucent golden dome-shaped barrier surrounded the entire unit—shielding them from the sudden quick projectiles that came flying at them.
