The only choice he had was augmenting his own body. In that split-second, he hardened his skin and the muscle beneath. It was impossible to move; he became rigid like a statue as the wind howled against him like a beast's roar.
"Ngh!—"
All he could see was the shredding wind, being lacerated across his body, though not split into chunks.
"Boss!"
"Master!—"
As his familiars ran for his aid, Blythe's worry was present at the peak of the crater.
"I'm providing the most potent blessing I can…! Endure it, Gael!" Blythe struggled, focusing the verdant magic at her hands.
—Of course, all he heard were muffled words as he was in the eye of the storm. Amidst the wrath of the pristine beast, the visceral wind expanded throughout the crater.
Matteo deployed a white rune, creating a barrier in front of him, though the hissing element found its way to cut him still, "Shit…!"