Chapter 330: High Ceiling, High Threshold [bonus]
Regulus stood on the shore, watching the water churn at his feet.
Waves broke against the foot of the rocks, white foam rolling up and sliding back. Water never held a shape. Its shape was whatever held it.
Air was the same.
Everyone knew water was water and air was air, but who could point at a stretch of sea and say this body of water is one whole thing?
It had no outline, no start or end, forever flowing, forever reshaping. Where it began and where it stopped, no one could say.
He knew there was air overhead. But which part? How much? What shape?
He couldn't answer that himself, so he couldn't lock the target.
The sky hung grey. He raised his wand, swung it loose, and circled some random patch of air in his mind as a target.
The yellow-brown ray shot out, cut through a span of air, and burst at some point into a ring of half-clear ripples, the air compressing once before the ripples faded.