Namyanna was caught off guard and stumbled back several steps. Her trident carved a long, wet streak through the air before she managed to steady herself.
Thalzorak's void water-element power was far stranger than it looked.
With a casual lift of his hand, dozens of thin void rifts split open around them. There was no normal light inside those tears—only chaotic spatial turbulence, violent and restless.
He drew that turbulence out along with his void water-element, mixing it into the dark currents until the whole thing looked like a swarm of spinning blades, surging toward Namyanna.
Every stream carried space-splitting force across its surface.
It wasn't a simple impact. As it closed in, it literally carved a path toward her.
The air was sliced into layered fault lines. Moisture was shredded into fine, ragged mist. Even the tidal glow coating the sea-god giant phantom was scored with several deep, dark marks.
