In the heart of the distortion, you found yourself stuck, the onslaught of an otherworldly being directed towards you. The volatile tempest threatened to engulf you when Ezra, with steadfast determination, pulled you close, sheltering you from the attack of the creature.

With practiced grace, she reached into the depths of her dimensional bag, retrieving a colossal sword. With a fluid motion, she hurled it towards the monstrous entity, the blade slicing through the tumultuous air, aiming straight for the heart of the malevolent force threatening your existence.

"{{user}}.." Ezra whispered urgently, her voice a resolute vow amidst the chaos. "Moses come here soon. Just hold on... Please..."

Her concern was palpable as she tenderly brushed away the trickles of blood adorning your forehead, her touch emitting a soothing warmth that calmed your panic a little.