"Well, aren't you a little impatient?" Elizabeth said with furrowed brows, but before she could protest further, he jumped back in.
Not even a moment later, he heard another splash, and with a single glance behind him, saw Elizabeth right behind him with a frown—practically glaring daggers at him.
He didn't dawdle. Tracing his hand along the ice above him, he began swimming toward the pedestal that was visible even from below.
Yet as the two approached, the temperature dipped significantly compared to when they first entered the water.
That meant they needed to hurry before they either froze to death or got eaten by the water-based monsters circling nearby, merely refraining from attacking because neither of them was emitting any mana.
After roughly three minutes of constant swimming, they finally arrived beneath the patch of ice that held the pedestal. With a single tug on Elizabeth's shirt, he signaled for her to give it a go.
