Without any harm to his body from the fire, Lenon continued to move forward. An ice spike, leaving a trail of snow behind, rapidly and swiftly advanced toward him, surpassing other spells.
Clang!
Lenon held his sword and deflected the ice spike, which emitted an echoing crisp sound as it changed its trajectory.
But unfortunately, after the ice spike deflected, it headed toward the mamon who was running behind Lenon.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Mamon as he took a step forward, then unnaturally stumbled backward.
Swish!
The frost spike flew above his lowered body, missing him by inches. Its sharp coldness felt through his armor.
"Almost got me," he thought as he lifted his head again.
The frost spike collided with a tree beside the road and shattered into pieces.
