‘Red light?’0

Henry was surprised to see that the energy emanating from Dracan was red instead of the typical blue color of mana. 0

Seeing Henry’s surprised look, Dracan smiled and immediately clapped.0

Clap!0

As soon as he clapped, the air around him twisted into a vortex, and thorns that looked like spearheads shot out from it. 0

“Jealousy of Yagerlamp.”0

Pshhh!0

Dracan summoned sharp thorns that resembled the lances of cavalrymen, relentlessly firing them at Henry. It was as though an army of elite archers shot deadly arrows at him. 0

However, Henry didn’t move. Instead, he cast a Magic Shield to defend himself. As the thorns hit the shield, it sounded as if raindrops were hitting a window.0

The light tapping sounds were evidence that the thorns had no chance of penetrating Henry’s Magic Shield.0

‘It’s no use.’0

Henry shook his head. He had been caught off guard for a moment, seeing someone with mana that wasn’t blue for the first time. However, that was it. 0

It didn’t seem like Dracan had trained in swordsmanship like he had. It also seemed that just the color of his mana was special, for its potency and power were inferior to Henry’s mana. 0

Henry felt disappointed in himself for having high expectations, even if it had been for just...0