For the duration, the willing creature you touch has resistance to one damage type of your choice: acid, cold, fire, lightning, or thunder.

Chanting the guided incantation, your movements and voice weave a shield of magic around your target—an aura resonating with the essence your spell guards against.

I Cast Protection from Energy
My skin transmutes to a liquid steel sensation—cold and unyielding. I reach out, and a silver-blue corona envelops my target. "It's not flawless," I say, my voice tinged with metal, "but it buys you time against their lethal intent."