The master's defense class was held once every five days. Shane had attended two lessons, and after catching up on the missed material, he had more or less caught up with the pace. The isolation theory of the Defense School inspired him greatly. Combined with the Conjuration School knowledge he had mastered, all sorts of ideas kept springing into his mind.
Naturally, magical experiments could not exceed a mage's abilities. He chose the simplest operation and pointed into the air. Centered on his fingertip, the space within a one-meter radius trembled constantly like ripples on water, forming a dynamic shield.
"Sashana, attack it with a missile."
The apprentice's bright white orb struck the surface of the rippling water and was uncontrollably deflected ninety degrees.
From the projectile's subjective perspective, it had continued moving in a straight line and had never changed. However, the spell altered the direction of spatial continuity, so from the objective world's perspective, the projectile was deflected after making contact with the shield.
After analyzing the spell's principles, Shane withdrew his mana. This spell was a small, integrated application of the core knowledge from two schools. It required extraordinarily precise control and powerful mental strength. It lacked any basis for widespread use, and he had no intention of making it public. It was one of his little trump cards.
He had already thought of a name for it: Shane's Deflection Field.
"Sashana, Kallinda, what are your impressions after ten days of classes?"
The two apprentices had been brought to Dalaran, one in each hand, like chicks. Once the aftereffects of teleportation passed, they became excited little birds, chattering away and asking question after question. In the end, they were assigned to study at Violet Junior Academy.
"They're always reading. They rarely get a chance to go outside."