A fading glow warped through the shattered hall, distorting the light itself in the room. Bastian summoned walls of chains, keeping himself between the Invictus and his wounded friend.
"Don't get cocky just because you awakened," the voice of Altair vibrated through the wind.
Through his enhanced reflexes, Bastian found himself raising his arm, coated in chains as an impact struck against it. Only for a fraction of a second did he witness the phantom the Invictus before—
THWAM
Another kick struck as the winged sandal slammed against the adventurer's side.
One.
Two.
Three.
—Ten.
—Thirty.
A barrage of blows came from multiple directions, flashing through the wind. Though each one came, Bastian remained standing firmly, enduring the hits.
'It's different now. These blows hurt before, but now, I can take it,' he thought.
