The crowned prince wasn't in the mood to be acting as a gentleman anymore, he knew Daimon was planning something to humiliate him and he snorted.
"I'm not a battle idiot like you, why should I leave you cast your spell, go to hell!".
"Arsenal Tide!", he shouted.
The huge wave behind of him rippled and then many currents of water separated from the main body, and then soon took the shape of different weapons, spears, swords, hammers, axes of all kinds shapes and sizes formed.
Naturally there was too much water for the crowned prince to shape and manipulate as he pleased, he was using the whole reserves of mana six ninth star ranked water mages, as an external support after all.
Even then, the number of water weapons he created and controlled was around the six hundred in number, it was indeed a tide of weapons, the huge wave used around an eighth part of its size for that, since a great amount of water and mana was condensed into each weapon.
