Such an attack would have been more than enough to crush a small team of knights.
However, the powerful attack unleashed by the Count was no deviation from the norm, a miracle that could not be easily replicated.
High-temperature fireballs covered in a luminous film woven from high-energy particles became as ineffective as pebbles tossed into a lake before a particle shield that promptly evaporated any metal it touched. They disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only faint ripples.
It was nothing more than mere plasma.
A tiny ant trying to shake a particle shield a thousand times more solid than any fortress? The Count's boastful multi-directional fireball attack vanished without a trace before the impenetrable fortress of light, regardless of the location or the number of fireballs launched.
"What in the world…what the hell is this?"
Gasping for air and panting heavily, the Count spat out his words with both bitterness and confusion.
