"High... Marshall..." Oceanus gurgled, floating effortlessly a hundred meters away. He raised his jagged scepter, and the water above Alvian began to solidify, forming thousands of massive, hydro-kinetic spears. "You cannot... empty... the sea."
"You're right," Alvian said, dodging a barrage of pressurized water spears that cratered the seabed around him. He used [Void Step] to blink behind a massive, rusted ship hull to catch his breath. "Emptying the sea is a logistical nightmare. The mana cost alone is absurd."
He peeked around the hull. Oceanus was already channeling another [Rotting Wave], the water turning black and toxic as the Beacon pumped its vile energy into the former king.
"Work smarter, not harder," Alvian muttered to himself, tapping his temple. "If you can't beat the boss in the water, take the water away from the boss."
