The Emperor raised his free hand, conjuring a powerful current that surged forward like a tidal wave, pushing against her momentum. Ethel gritted her teeth and braced herself, her trident glowing as she conjured a counter current to split the wave, creating a pocket of calm where she could continue her advance. With a fierce jab, she aimed at his shoulder, but he caught the trident's shaft with his bare hand, holding it steady as he stared into her eyes.