He had no solution for this.
But he refused to let himself be paralysed by fear or helplessness.
He had no solution, but he was a mage, and through runes, a middle ground could always be carved out to mitigate even the worst of situations.
The gears of his mind spun as he considered dozens of possible paths, even while the booms of his core echoed inside his skull like a ticking time bomb.
'I can try and…'
His fingers moved once more, nails tearing through flesh and spilling blood as yet another formation was etched into his skin, his knowledge of formation magic and versatile magic coming into play.
'…!'
With his core now a field of chaotic and unusable aether, he couldn't draw upon it to activate the formation, nor could he resonate it with the world around him.
