"Magic is in chaos, and the magnetic field here can make technology lose its bearings too."
John stood his wand upright and cast the Four-Point Spell.
"Point Me."
The wand remained perfectly upright without falling.
The Four-Point Spell was essentially a magical compass. Just as Stephens had said, it was impossible to find a bearing here.
Thick fog rolled in, and the water below grew murky too.
John sat on a reef beside an enormous magical creature being washed by the seawater.
It looked rather like an anglerfish, but its immense size and a tentacle that could take on a human appearance gave it the ability to lure prey in and kill it.
After several unsuccessful attempts at the Four-Point Spell, John put his wand away.
"First, I need to find the center of the magnetic field."
The three enormous whirlpools were growing larger and larger.
Their pull could swallow ships in an instant.
Between the storm and the towering waves, no ship entering this area had any chance of survival.
John stepped down from the reef.
Seawater covered his body, and the undersea creatures that had been eyeing him hungrily vanished.
He headed toward the three great whirlpools.
As he approached their range, whispers began to sound in his ears.
They sounded like hushed conversations. He could not make out the words, but they threatened to drive him mad.
John's mind was clear, yet the incessant voices suddenly stirred a trace of irritation within him.
He understood that something in these waters was affecting him.
He searched for the source of the voices.
With a dragon's lungs, he could go several hours without breathing.
His powerful tail and wings gave him astonishing speed.
He shot out of the water into the sky, then plunged into the center of a