(Planet Granada, Leo's POV)
Leo hovered silently above the violent seas of Granada, his breathing uneven as he quietly huffed and puffed, trying to maintain control over his body while the storm raged endlessly beneath him.
The waves crashed violently against one another, rising and collapsing in chaotic rhythm, as the dark waters stretched endlessly in every direction, their surface alive with restless motion and hidden force.
Yet despite the chaos below, Leo focused on his task.
He extended his hand outward and collected the seawater upward in controlled streams, as it flowed into the specialized vessels created by the Cult Craftsmen, each one designed with precision beyond ordinary workmanship.
These containers were not simple storage units.
Once sealed, they preserved whatever was placed within them at the exact temperature and pressure at which it had been collected, ensuring that even the most delicate properties remained untouched over time.
