Even through the chaos of that last extinction burst of violence, Devero stands steady against the onslaught. He keeps his feet planted and his hands sunk into the virulence, his faith in Koumyou's ability to defend him absolute--

So imagine his surprise when one of those tendrils lashes him across the back and actually drives him into the struggling morass of wire and amorphous malevolence. He swears aloud, staggering and grabbing with one hand for a handhold--on wires, on what's beneath, on whatever-- as that same cable wraps around his arm and shoulder and tries to yank him away and up. There is absolute (if now pained) focus on his face as he tries to maintain his connection, to soothe the infection.

The wires around him, anchor and aggressor alike, pulse red once and then... disappear? All that force of Devero's strength versus the malevolence has to unload somewhere, and Dev actually pitches into the plinth while it's still dull, the impact rattling him much more than it does the structure, before he bounces back and falls on his ass.

He stares at the revealed structure, then looks around. "Did... did we do it...?"