The vines constricted forcefully, repeatedly attempting to crush the tyrant inside, yet showing no sign of being damaged themselves, which made the Ancient Elf Monarch slightly frown, as the situation seemed different from what he had imagined.
Why isn't he resisting?
Why isn't that tyrant struggling?
Has he given up struggling?
How can that be? The tyrant's strength is overwhelmingly powerful, even when besieged by three divinities, he had every chance to escape, there was absolutely no way he would surrender at this moment, so there must be an ability being used that I am unaware of.
"Divine Shelter."
The Ancient Elf Monarch hesitated not, and directly murmured to chant a spell, consequently a layer of golden shield fully enveloped his body.
