Amidst the storm in the gray skies, a flickering flame weaved left and right, dodging wind projectiles with gritted teeth.
Menas prioritized dodging the wind tornadoes, as being caught up in one meant death.
He also tried firing back here and there.
However, the rain reduced the effectiveness of his attacks by around fifteen percent, rendering his fireballs and flame tornadoes unable to stand up to the might of the wind tornadoes and projectiles.
Nonetheless, spending his mana at least allowed him to knock them off-course.
Menas flapped his vermillion wings desperately, soaring high one moment and dipping low the next.
Unfortunately, despite his efforts, wind cutters and wind cannons occasionally struck him, causing scorching red blood to splatter out of the wounds, his consciousness slowly fading.
The raindrops against his body also felt slightly unpleasant, a discomfort tied to his nature as a fire dragon.
