Finch felt the immense pressure on his shoulder vanish the very moment the Emovira returned to its seat. He heaved a long sigh of relief. After all, he had been in genuine danger only a few seconds ago. If the Emovira had decided to attack, Finch could not think of any method for his Good Luck ability to save him, other than collapsing the entire cavern itself, a desperate option that would have proven utterly useless against a Rank 5 being.
What could mere stones and crumbling rock possibly do against something like that?
