As the dust billowed up from the ground, obscuring vision in the aftermath of the attack that had struck Radakel head-on, a powerful gust of wind swept through, sending smoke swirling in every direction.
Despite the chaos, Catnys remained vigilant. Her eyes locked on Nathan's body as it fell, swift and decisive. With practiced precision, she invoked a wind spell, catching Nathan just before he could hit the ground, and swiftly carrying him away from the danger zone.
"Are you alright? We need to move, now!" Catnys's voice rang out urgently amid the turmoil.
Nathan, floating in the protective embrace of the wind, shook his head weakly as Catnys gently removed his mask, revealing his true, youthful face, striking in its distinctiveness.
In a swift motion, Nathan retrieved a ring, invoking its power to restore his familiar guise—the facade known to all as the unassuming, lackadaisical Nathan.