Chapter 51: Inferno Descends
Great. Just great.
Of all the possible matchups, this had to be the worst.
The battlefield? Water.
His opponent? Water manipulation.
And for Velren himself? Water equals a hard pass for him.
He let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his damp hair as he eyed the two students in front of him. His clothes stuck to his skin, heavy with seawater, and every step he took felt sluggish from the wet sand beneath his boots. He was already at a disadvantage just standing here.
Velren exhaled sharply before flashing them a wry grin.
"How about a quick time-out, huh?" he quipped, shaking his arms out.
"You know, catch our breath, take a little break?"
Water—because that’s what Velren was calling him now—laughed, shaking his head.
"I’ve got a better idea."