Ray, watching the combined assault approach, remained still for a moment. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, flickered with calculated precision. "Impressive effort," he murmured, his voice almost lost in the howl of the storm.
As the attacks converged, he raised his free hand, a pale blue glow emanating from it. "Frost Wall" he intoned, his voice steady.
A shimmering wall of crystalline ice materialized before him, its surface gleaming in the dull light. The wall absorbed the brunt of the attacks—Orius's Dark Slash shattered against it with a thunderous crack, the earthen spikes splintered into harmless fragments, and the corrupted lightning dissipated upon contact.
Only the fiery vortex managed to scorch the surface, leaving a faint blackened mark before fizzling out.
