When a fan-shaped shield of gold and silver, shimmering with a faint light, suddenly appeared in Duntis's hands, Allen's anxious heart finally began to settle.
He had no idea who the blonde lady was who had slowly risen from the water, then vanished in a blaze of dazzling light.
Perhaps she was the deity who governed the waters of this world, or perhaps a sprite sent here on someone's orders. There was no way to know. After all, nothing like this had happened for centuries. Calling it the stuff of legend was no exaggeration.
Even this scene, witnessed by so many today, would soon spread across the entire continent. Of course, Allen could not guess what form the story would take by then. Sometimes, rumors were more powerful than gods.
For Allen, though, obtaining the shield and confirming Duntis's identity once again were what mattered most.
Besides its tremendous defensive power and indestructibility, the Shield of Destiny could also save its owner from the brink of death. In plain terms, it released a light that healed injuries, powerful enough to restore someone grievously wounded to full health.
It was far more effective than the qi within Allen's body. Its only drawback was that it needed time to recover after use-probably a little less than a day. For a warrior charging into battle and fighting for his life, it was an unrivaled choice.
Moreover, this shield was arguably the easiest magical item to obtain directly on this continent, provided you came well prepared and happened to be the protagonist of this era.
Allen certainly did not believe that just anyone carrying a cast-iron shield could catch a deity's attention while passing over the stone bridge. If that were the case, the legend should have spread across the continent long ago, rather