With the addition of 15 more silver swords attacking the protective sphere, sweat began to appear on Max's face as he found it difficult to hold on.
"I guess this is his limit," the young woman said calmly, turning to Allen. "Break the shield."
Allen smiled and added ten more silver swords. With a total of 30 swords attacking the protective sphere, cracks began to appear on the surface of the shield like spider webs until it shattered like a mirror.
Max was blown by the impact, his body sent flying toward the red cube where Alice was held captive.
"Moron! You sent Max to Veylin Draegor!" the young woman cursed Allen, seeing the direction Max was flying. "He was my target, not his."
Allen frowned, sensing something amiss. He believed his swords had the power to destroy the shield, but to actually blast Max away like a broken kite was something he hadn't expected.
