This small wound was nothing compared to losing an arm.
Following that, two flaming crosses erupted. One was dodged, while the other struck Jack directly in the back.
Fortunately, the Magic Shield protected him from this attack, but the Shield itself was shattered.
"Aren't you in possession of a Treasure? Why don't you use it?" Alka's puzzled voice came from behind a Mirror.
"To deal with a young person like you who doesn't possess a Treasure, if I still had to use one, it would be utterly disgraceful."
Saying that, Jack swung the wand in his hand, and silver blade-lights shot out one after another, quickly slicing through the surrounding Mirrors.
The Mirrors were collapsing in large numbers, while Alka kept producing more, offsetting the loss.
"Do you have that much Magic Power? I want to see how many you can make," Jack said, swinging his wand even faster.
