The Brass Giant's fall had been far too sudden for Ke'er to spare it any attention. The thick fog suddenly churned violently, as though something was about to burst out of it-not golden light, but wave after wave of surging water.
At last, the scent of moisture reached them through the dense fog. It was the Sea God, that nine-tentacled octopus of the Ancient Clans. The moisture carried a strange, briny stench.
The fog split apart. A tentacle lashed out, sweeping straight toward Li Ziran. Before it even reached him, the space around him froze solid, and parts of it crumbled to powder.
"Watch out!" Ke'er felt the warning was unnecessary, but it slipped out before she could stop herself.
Li Ziran finally moved, stepping sideways to the left. A tornado shot out from beneath his feet and collided head-on with the wave. In an instant, the tornado froze completely and disintegrated into powder. The raging tide was already upon him.
Ke'er instinctively backed away, but Li Ziran suddenly stepped forward. A surge of glossy green energy rose beneath his feet, taking shape as a patch of land. The land trembled faintly, its force seemingly weak, yet the wave that froze everything seemed to be bound in place and slapped down onto the ground.
Water churned within the fog, but not a single droplet escaped that tiny patch of land.
Ke'er was, after all, the queen of the Elves, and she could discern something of its workings. Small as that patch of land was, its gravity was unmatched.
But the Sea God had not earned his name for nothing. A tentacle hidden among the waves lashed down with a bang, cracking the land formed from natural energy. Another tentacle followed immediately. Seven sharp blows rang out in succession, pulverizing the