Imperia turned away from the savagery, baring her teeth in a grimace... "I don't understand. Krysaos is using... water magic?"
"What's not to understand?" Tycon raised an eyebrow. "You... are also a water-type mage."
Imperia pursed her lips... "But the Corallidae... my spells are ineffective against them?"
"Ah, that. Take it as a lesson, Imperia," Tycon nodded. "Krysaos' aptitude over his spells is enough to pierce Wonderboy's rockflesh without leaving enough residual mana in his wounds to activate his regeneration."
He gave the young lady a polite smile, "Your skill will reach this level in your lifetime... and with enough practice, sooner, rather than later."
"Krysaos' magic..." The dark elf nodded quietly in thought, "Huh..."
Granted, the precision of Krysaos' spells was largely influenced by the Heart of the Ocean's weapon spirit, Mina... but that wasn't something Tycon felt the need to emphasize.
