Outside the cave, the group, waiting anxiously, grew tense at the sight of the surging flames.
"Lin Mo will be okay, right?"
Feney's brow furrowed deeply, her face etched with worry.
Ali gripped her weapon tightly, ready to charge forward at a moment's notice.
Alton was just as worried, but he trusted Lin Mo's strength and judgment. He reassured everyone, "It's fine. Have faith in Lin Mo."
WHOOSH—!
The flames died down. Standing outside the cave, Lin Mo glanced at his slightly burned left arm and let out a long breath.
'All I can say is, it's a good thing I was prepared for that move and retreated fast enough. Otherwise, I would've been in a world of hurt...'
Magic wasn't like a physical attack. While Constitution still had an effect, it was diminished.
He had learned from Flora that, according to specialized research by the Imperial Mage Association, the defensive capabilities provided by Constitution were only about 66.7% effective against Magic.
