The sight looked no less ridiculous than the statue had to Theron earlier. To the spectators on the outside, it looked more like Theron was doing an interpretive dance than anything else.
And yet, not a single one of them spoke. That was because there was a large surge of Mana that suddenly rushed toward the tower.
But then Theron suddenly stopped, standing straight once more.
…
Theron stood there, his eyes closed. It hadn't quite felt right, but he didn't know why. He had moved perfectly in his estimation, but…
'The Immortal Jellyfish?'
There was an echo of distaste in his mind, as though he wasn't quite perfect.
Distaste felt like an odd word to describe it. Normally, Theron would probably call it discomfort. But the feeling was so personified that he changed his perspective.
'Is it guiding me on how Water Mana should be used?'
Theron's gaze flickered.
