The course was long, but with the help of my magic, boosting my speed, the two of us made it in the nick of time. After spending much arcane on my feet, my capacity overloads in an instant, draining all of my magic, rendering me useless in battle afterwards if we have any.
[For the time being, you need to restore your arcane and avoid engaging yourself in battle.]
[You can, somehow, conjure spells in your liking, but you will pay the price of injuring your arcanic veins.] My system appends while counting down the time needed and fully reimposes my arcane capacity.
As we head closer to the trench, we notice torrents and weapons with wooden planks and barrels sinking above us. We raise our heads and meet Tune wielding his sword towards three humans imbued with a twister, lifting them from the waves.
"Fools! Do you think you'll ruin my seas, unscathed!" he unleashes the aura of a king and, together with a spell, torpedoing towards their direction.
