"Energy transformation?"
Lynn's pupils contracted, for energy transformation was one of the hallmark traits of a legend.
The next moment, a crisp caw echoed through the dark mine as a crow, only the size of a palm, spread its wings. Each feather emitted a golden, ghostly glow.
Soon afterward, beams of golden black feathers flew towards them like a torrential downpour, but they were quickly deflected by the Force Field Magic and crashed against the walls of the mine, creating deep pits in the hard rock.
"So weak..." Lynn shook his head, dismissing the fusion ball he had been preparing in his hand. Judging by the inability to break free from the Force Field Magic and the strength displayed by this strike, the adversary did not pose a threat to them and was likely just a pseudo-legend.
Was it a magical beast from the other side of the Space-Time Gate, like Mutuo?
