Nedrax growled but obeyed, diving down. Fenrir threw up his left hand, and the ground beneath them rumbled.
A wall of jagged stone burst upward, shielding them from the next gust.
The moment they passed it, Fenrir raised another—then another—each one a towering structure of earth designed to block the cutting wind.
But the wind was relentless.
Every barrier shattered within seconds, torn apart like paper by the eagle's fury. Still, Fenrir didn't stop.
He conjured walls, domes, angled slabs—all crumbling under the pressure, but buying them inches, seconds.
"Just a little closer. Come on... just a little more."
Fenrir muttered, sweat mixing with the rain.
The boss let out a deafening cry and beat its wings again, sending a compressed blast of wind their way.
Nedrax rolled, dodging the brunt of it, but a sharp edge caught Fenrir across the arm, drawing blood.
"Fenrir!"
Nedrax growled, his voice strained.
"I'm fine. Take me over the boss!"
