The moment the door was kicked open, the other members of the club had already made their move.
Their spells and arrows headed straight for the shield wrapped in Holy Light, while at the same time, Abram used a magical shield to block the damage, which was not high but extremely insulting, and activated the traps and mechanisms located at the door.
But whether it was the former or the latter, they seemed to have chosen the wrong opponent.
The shield drew a strange arc in the air, cutting through the dim light inside the room, as if knowing where the shots would be, it brushed past Abram's magic shield and headed straight for a corner of the ceiling.
And that tall figure wrapped in Holy Light, as if anticipating traps at the door, simply retreated back out.
So various mechanisms and magic traps all failed to hit their mark, and even damaged each other quite a bit…
Ran away?
Everyone was stunned.
Weren't they here to save someone? How could they save anyone like this…
