Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Chapter 742: Catastrophe

But instead of being hurt, a radiant, translucent wall of reinforced mana surrounded her frame, shaped like the petals of a blooming rose, yet harder than enchanted steel. It dispersed the force outward harmlessly in all directions.

She landed with a thud.

“Miss Shallan, please leave our Lord’s defense to me.”

As if on cue, my other stalwart protector stepped forward.

Kaelira’s voice rang out like a smith’s hammer striking true. “[Runeweaver’s Armory].”

The air shimmered around me as golden runes spun into existence. They floated down and latched onto my black armor, weaving into it, reinforcing every joint, every segment, with a new layer of radiant gold plating.

The result was majestic, ornate… and dense. Not just in beauty, but in function. The armor would now resist magical projectiles, absorb pressure, and reroute excess force into the air above me.

“Return to assaulting the barrier,” she said to her subordinate calmly, as if she hadn’t just made me look like a divine knight from legend.

“Acknowledged, Boss,” Shallan said with a smirk, already raising her staff to summon another gale.

Then, Aurora cast from behind me. “[Dreamveil],” she intoned, creating a transparent bubble of magic blooming around my newly enhanced armor. It wasn’t rigid like Kaelira’s work, but flexible, flowing, like breath made solid, perfectly displaying her new class’s, Essenceweaver’s, properties.

I couldn’t help it; I grinned from ear to ear.

Not because I was unscathed. Not because I felt invincible.