Clayton froze—stunned and confused—as he suddenly found himself surrounded by a group of people. Yet even in that moment, he didn't hesitate. He immediately activated his Water Circulation Armor, cloaking himself in its liquid defense, ready for any incoming attack.
Once the armor had fully formed, Clayton scanned the group with caution, bracing himself for the moment they would strike. At the same time, he discreetly slipped his hand into his spatial pouch, his fingers curling around a handful of fine, golden granules.
Suddenly, one of the figures began chanting a spell. Seeing this, Clayton instinctively prepared to dodge or counter—only to stop short when he realized the spell wasn't aimed at him.
Another person joined in, launching an attack of their own. Again, Clayton braced himself—only to find that this spell, too, had missed him. His confusion deepened.
