Toz still had enough mana left to use magic, so even if he couldn't move due to the wound in his abdomen, he would still be able to defend himself. However, that was if only he could get rid of the wind aura surging through his body and interfering with his mana.
His suit of void metal had softened the aura as it entered his body, turning it from a blazing storm to a moderate breeze. It was a lot better than it could have been. But it was still the martial energy of a ninth level fighter that Toz didn't have any control over.
Toz opened his eyes, expecting to see chains flying over in his direction. However, the rustling of chains wasn't because Nester was attacking Toz or supporting Dristel.
Nester didn't have any leeway to pay attention to what happened within the cage of chains. He was confident Dristel would win, so he only spared some attention to what happened on the ship and dedicated the rest of his attention to the rest of the fleet.
