The shark sped ahead, swift as lightning, ferocious as a starving wolf—enough to make every fisherman of the South Seas tremble in fear.
If one ignored the shark's frantic movements and only considered its flight for its life, it did indeed possess a savage air.
But behind the shark, an incomparably enormous sea eel emerged. Like a streak of black lightning, it raced through the sea, the waves churned up by its twisting body surging to the surface and leaving behind a trail of snow-white foam.
The shark fled, the eel pursued; neither could grow wings and fly away.
But after chasing the Ironclad Shark for a while, the sea eel slowly realized that its true target was not the shark before it, but the group of humans in the sky.
"Woooo—"
Raising its head and opening its colossal jaws, the Magic Beast that could command the waves and make whirlpools rise from the sea let out an enraged, resounding cry. Invisible seawater swirled around it, forming a massive vortex.
Ian had no doubt that, in the next instant, the power gathering within that vortex would turn into fountains and razor-sharp water arrows, surging toward them like rain flying in reverse and blanketing the entire sky.
Yet at this moment, he did not feel the slightest concern.
Because a pale-blue point of light appeared on the horizon.
That point of light shot over from afar, tearing apart the clouds and revealing the star-sparse night sky behind them.
In only a few breaths, the true form of that light reached the skies above this stretch of sea.
Viscount Grant and the Aether Armament: Wavebreaker—its condition intact save for lightning scorch marks on portions of its armor—had arrived on the battlefield.
The situation became clear.
Before Viscount Grant achieved the Second Energy