The water evaporated twenty feet from Ren's position, the massive volume reducing to nothing in the space between one heartbeat and the next.
As if the torrent had encountered some invisible barrier that unmade its existence rather than simply stopping its forward momentum.
Warren's enhanced perception registered what happened with growing horror.
The water hadn't been destroyed through opposing force or superior magic.
It had been negated, prevented from existing within a certain radius of Ren's position through means that transcended normal defensive techniques.
He tried again, desperation fueling increased output despite his depleted reserves.
High-pressure bullets, water whips, freezing waves, every offensive technique in his considerable arsenal was deployed in rapid succession toward the approaching figure.
All of them vanished before reaching their target.
