"Were it not for your ⌈Water Sphere,⌋ Captain, it's likely we would have drowned."
Tycondrius had a Gold-Rank physique, but he was by no means invincible.
He could hold his breath longer than a regular person, but he still needed to breathe. His body was resistant but not immune to blunt trauma.
If the summoned wave were to slam his head against a rock... or several rocks, he would lose consciousness and drown to death, just as an ordinary human would.
For an adventurer that mostly travels by land, it would have been somewhat ironic.
Krysaos rubbed his hairy hands against his weathered face, "F*ck, man... maybe it'll be better if I just... stay on land for the rest of my gods-damned life."
Tycon sat on a rock across from him, "It may not be my place... but it is my firm belief that a Captain should not--"
"I said not to--"
"Krysaos," Tycon glared... "Please don't interrupt."
