When Raze moved forward, he had done so ahead of the others, only slightly, but noticeably so. The rest of the group continued pressing their attack, doing well to keep pressure on the beast. The magical water-pressure attacks and thrashing tentacles weren't hitting the group thanks to their formation and teamwork.
Even though they had clearly heard Raze's words and his order, there was hesitation among them. They weren't entirely convinced that this was the right thing to do, not completely.
"Are you sure about this?" Panla asked, concern showing on her face. "I know Raze is strong, maybe even stronger than we understand, but is this really something he can handle alone?"
That was when Raze lifted his free hand, raising it high above his head. His focus was intense, and a dense magical energy began to form around his arm. Wind magic started swirling around him, small currents at first, spiraling up his body until it enveloped him completely.
