Chapter 188: Can't Take It, Can't Trade It
Talk? About what?
Regulus studied the five figures below. The two survivors hung at the rear, whether out of a healthy respect for what he'd done to them or simply because rank demanded they stay behind the other three.
The leader, judging by his magical signature, sat roughly at the level of a Hogwarts professor.
But raw magical power meant little on its own. Plenty of wizards grew stronger simply by aging well. That wasn't the same as knowing what to do with it.
This man clearly did. He stood on the ocean's surface with magic that moved like a deep-sea current: calm on top, violent underneath.
Regulus thought back to what Freya had told him on the day they arrived in Reef Town. About the Abyssal Whispers.
They worshipped the deep sea. Believed magic should be like the ocean itself: objective, vast, drowning out every individual voice. Their magic felt cold and carried a kind of inhuman rationality.
It sounded familiar.
That thing beneath the ruins had shown him something fundamental, something closer to a source. It had no use for free will. No interest in independent thought.