Amidst the tremors of the Winged Cavalry's appearance, the Manson Priest painfully closed his eyes.
This pain wasn't just because his meticulously planned scheme was foiled at the last step by the damn Transia people, but also because his aging body, despite the blessing of the Master of Hunting, was struggling under the increasing pressure of psychic energy.
Having lost the adjustment of the magic staff, the old Wolf Man had to rely entirely on his own determination to carry out the next operation.
In this respect, this bastard is also a hardcore tough guy... or rather, a hardcore tough wolf.
After all, back when the Grand Duke of Triss endured the psychic storm to open the star-world tear with her own body, she had a few Nocturne Core Crystals to share the pressure. This bit reckless old thing's current state is akin to "forcefully bending the bow."
Impressive, truly impressive!
It also really hurts.
