The room was tense as I watched my third replica aim its Death magic—Destruction Incarnate—at a suspected high-ranking member of the Dark Cult. The air crackled with energy as the spell unleashed, only to fizzle out against an invisible barrier surrounding the target.
It didn't work.
The spell, capable of snuffing out the vitality of nearly anything, had been repelled as if it were nothing more than a gust of wind. The barrier shimmered faintly, revealing the culprit—a magic-repelling ward. This was the same defensive measure that had kept my replicas from infiltrating their hideouts earlier.
"Tch," I muttered. "Figures they'd use something this advanced."
The barrier, as I'd come to realize, completely nullified magical energy within its field. Any attack reliant on mana, no matter how potent, would be rendered ineffective.
