Bastian and Miriame stood motionless in the water behind Rhys.
The water had risen to chest height for them.
Their movements were impossibly slow. Each action required tremendous effort against the resistance of the liquid, against the numbing cold that was numbing their limbs, against the electricity that continuously flowed through the surrounding water at low intensity. They could only watch as Rhys systematically dismantled Sylvia.
Rhys advanced.
His wind magic propelled him forward with speeds that transcended what the water should have allowed. His form moved through the liquid medium as if it were air.
His body cutting through resistance with effortless grace. His water magic continued to manifest barriers and walls.
His electrical discharge persisted in traversing the aquatic medium, forming configurations intended to disrupt Sylvia's motor control, impede her recuperation, and perpetuate the unequivocal supremacy he had established.
