King's Domain collided with King's Domain, compressing the seawater into a vacuum.
It was not a vacuum in the physical sense, but an elemental vacuum—two domains of absolute will crushing against each other, driving out every free element and leaving behind only a pure, naked contest of power.
Odin displayed the authority of the master of "Sky and Wind." Within his domain, seawater was no longer seawater, but a storm tamed by him; lightning was no longer lightning, but an extension of his will.
He stood at the center of the domain, with an endless storm eye behind him, rolling thunder above his head, and boiling seawater beneath his feet. The storms revolved around him faster and faster, until nothing remained but blurred afterimages.
His Spirit Words surged forth like a tide.
The "Eye of the Wind King" opened behind him. Twelve tornadoes were born from the void, each hundreds of meters high, spinning madly through the seawater and shredding everything in their path.
The watery tornadoes crushed toward Amon like twelve colossal pillars holding up heaven and earth collapsing at once.
The "Thunder Pool" spread beneath Odin's feet. Silver-white lightning wove itself into a vast net that covered the entire battlefield.
Every arc was as thick as an arm, leaping, exploding, and spreading through the sea, turning the whole expanse into a Thunder Pool. The arcs pursued Amon's scent like sharks that had smelled blood, surging madly in his direction.
The power of "Indra" transformed lightning into countless nearly tangible weapons. Thousands of lightning swords floated above Odin, their points aimed at Amon, dazzling light flowing across their blades. The swords trembled and hummed, as if yearning for something.
Amon pushed the Spirit Word "Gate" to its limit.
Everything was being opened. The storms charged into his domain, yet