Michael saw the situation with Rynne.
He moved and appeared beside Rynne just as the pressure field collapsed inward.
Michael drove his foot into the ground when the pressure imploded into nothing.
Both of them were thrown backward anyway, tumbling across the clearing as the tentacles followed relentlessly.
The breathing metal pulsed again, and the tentacles began stacking effects.
One tentacle struck the ground and released a wave of corrosive force that ate through stone and bone alike, leaving smoking trenches behind. Another followed with searing heat, the air itself igniting where it passed. A third dragged shadows behind it, obscuring movement and depth, making distance impossible to judge.
Michael dodged two.
The third clipped his shoulder.
Pain exploded through him as the corrosive force tore through his defenses. Flesh burned. His vision blurred. He bit down hard and forced mana to compress around the wound, halting the damage before it could deepen.
He staggered.
