Well, that was just dandy. Levin makes a mental note never to thank the fates for anything again even as he redirects a portion of his blizzard to protect himself from the flames. The frigid north wind spirals around him, neutralizing some of the fire magic before it strikes; it is impossible, though, to avoid taking some damage.

Luca may catch a brief glimpse of a burning figure before the flames are extinguished in the blink of an eye. The absence of air, in this case, served as valuable a utility as its weaponization. There is a brief pause before, predictably, another cutting edge of wind lashes forth.