Aeroma was not a demigod who liked to talk. It merely nodded, then followed Brando toward the Lightning Storm. The two flew against the wind through the storm, yet were barely affected. They quickly caught up with the Ice Sea Clan's fleet ahead, and the Tirmosians aboard the ships all raised their heads in unison, watching the two fly over the fleet.
"Aeroma," Brando glanced down and shouted, "slow them down."
Aeroma looked toward the dragon-headed warships. Its twin wings of lightning and flame swept lightly behind it, and countless Law Lines flashed in the void, actually shielding the Tirmosian fleet and slowing it within the vortex.
But it had only slowed down. It was still moving toward the vortex's center. Brando looked back at the fleet from Everwinter Port and the Mist Clan behind them. After estimating that they should be able to catch up, he nodded and stopped worrying about the Ice Sea Clan below.
The two instantly passed over the Ice Sea Clan's fleet. The center of the expanding storm had already formed ahead of them. Several interwoven purple bolts of lightning formed a huge electrical net that descended toward them. But Aeroma merely raised a hand and struck, turning the lightning into a sky full of sparks that scattered into the void. The Ice Sea Clan's fleet, watching from afar, could not help but cheer.
This was the power of a Spellweaver—the other great force behind the creation of worlds.
Brando and Aeroma continued closing in on the storm's center. To verify the idea in his mind, he opened the combat record in the system panel. He watched their surroundings while also keeping an eye on the information in the combat record.
The lightning grew denser around them. Brando was startled by what he saw in