The spike filled his vision.
Ryn didn't think.
"Aquila—!"
The Blessing answered with a violent surge. The world snapped sharp as his senses screamed warnings all at once. Every instinct lit up in perfect clarity.
Ryn twisted his body sideways with everything he had left, rolling out of the way as the sand spear tore off him.
It missed his chest by inches.
The spike slammed into the ground where he'd been lying, detonating into a spray of sand and shattered stone that blasted across the battlefield. The shockwave flung Ryn hard, sending him tumbling across the desert until he skidded to a stop in a cloud of dust.
He didn't get up right away.
[MP: 10 / 110]
Ryn stared at the number, jaw tightening.
He'd been saving his final Aquila use for an emergency, but now that seemed out of the equation.
The desert settled.
Ryn stayed where he was, one knee pressed into the sand, chest rising and falling as he forced air back into his lungs.
