Up until the shockwave rested, Chris had been doing exactly what a vanguard was supposed to do.
He had his big arms hooked tightly into the collars of his two teammates, his legs planted firmly against the base of the concrete in the ground.
He was acting as a human anchor against the tearing winds, gritting his teeth as the sheer force tried to pry them off the road.
He could feel Julien straining on his left side, the young merchant's coat pulled taut as he fought for grip.
But on his right side, the sensation was entirely different. Alice didn't have a physical coat to grab, so Chris had wrapped his thick fingers around her spectral wrist, relying on the mana to maintain a solid hold.
Then, the resistance simply vanished.
One second, Chris was holding onto the ghost, and the next, his fingers closed around empty air.
The violent red energy laced within the shockwave had brutally disrupted her form, tearing right through the balance of her existence.
