Wren felt as though the air around him had suddenly become heavy. The humidity of the night wrapped around him and his breathing hitched. For the first time, his focused state seemed to wane a bit, and he looked to Theron as though he was an actual person rather than just a target to cut down.
What was this power? How could a Silver Mancer control so much Mana?
Theron's gaze flashed, their reflective blue shining even brighter than the moon.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Six hovering [Water Prisons], each one as large as three meters across, began to writhe and shake as a continuous series of explosions shook their core.
Jets of water, arcs of uncontrolled currents circulated across their surface, and yet they remained intact, growing denser and denser even as the explosions continued.
