White-Robed Theus... Moved!

The sea was calm and still.

Theus held one hand level in the air. Nothing seemed to have changed. Little Gwen waited for a while, gradually growing impatient.

She turned to say something to Theus, but the Bone Colossus beneath her suddenly trembled.

Little Gwen lost her balance and nearly got thrown off, but mist appeared and helped her steady herself again.

Yet she paid no attention to that. Instead, she turned and stared fixedly at the distant sea.

Standing atop the Bone Colossus, her senses were far sharper than anywhere else, and so she could feel...

Something was churning beneath the surface.

At that moment, Theus's eyes gradually began to shine with a blue-white light, and his raised hand slowly lifted higher.

"Was it you... controlling the seawater?!" Little Gwen asked in shock.

Theus smiled but did not answer. He merely focused his will on the distance and nodded toward the sea.

Little Gwen turned to look, and her eyes widened.

The calm sea was long gone. In its place stood a wall of seawater.

It was not a towering tsunami raised by the Stellar Furnace, but seawater rising straight up and down, smooth and level as a mirror.

That was no natural force. It was an individual will transcending reality, a power mortals could never reach.

The power Theus gathered grew greater and greater. Finally, he vaguely felt that he had crossed some threshold—the vast ocean before him had nearly all been lifted into the air. And this was merely the beginning. Theus had a feeling that, if he wished, draining the entire Storm Ocean would only be a matter of time.

Creating rivers from nothing on land?

What was that compared to this? He could now directly submerge an entire continent, sinking the Saint Mir Empire beneath