Vast amounts of electric current were drawn from the void.
Those currents came from geomagnetism, from the energy of the planet itself, converging from every direction like invisible rivers.
They surged into Boer's body, where his Magnetism Body converted, amplified, and reshaped them into magnetic force on an immense scale, feeding it continuously into the depths beneath the seabed.
This was no longer a battle.
A battle was a confrontation between people.
But at this moment, Boer was confronting nature itself.
Geological activity.
Tectonic movement.
The process of land creation that took hundreds of thousands of years, so slow it was almost imperceptible.
Under his will, that process was shortened hundreds of thousands of times over.
It was an enormous test of his control over his ability and of how much his soul could bear.
Boer hovered in the air, his deep-blue body radiating ever-brighter light. His limbs spread, magnetic field lines extending from him in every direction, deep into the seabed, deep into the rock strata, deep into that endless darkness-
Like a spider.
A spider pinned in midair by a magnetic field, tugging at the earth's tectonic plates with an invisible magnetic web.
"Lava-rise!"
His voice was low and powerful, piercing layer upon layer of seawater to reach deep underground.
The deep magma layer felt the summons.
That scorching, flowing rock began surging upward through fissures. It poured into the tiny cavities created by the uplift, filling the voids about to form and becoming the foundation of new land.
But the cost was enormous.
Even Boer's Magnetism Body began giving off terrifying heat under such intense conversion.
From a distance, the deep blue of his body was shifting toward gold. That gold grew brighter and hotter, and then-
Turned a dangerous red.
A bloodlike red.
The air temperature