Chapter 83 - The Sword That Sets the Ocean on Fire
The stormy sea roared around Rygar as he ran across its surface, creating ice platforms.
It looked simple from the outside, but he had to use ice magic at the exact moment his foot touched the water, and with his speed, this required refined control.
The wind howled in his ears, rain lashed against his face, waves crashed violently, and the salty scent of the ocean mixed with the electricity crackling around him.
But he did not waver.
His eyes were locked onto the abyss below, the impenetrable darkness where he sensed the monstrous presence, seemingly motionless.
The feeling of danger grew with every step.
When he finally reached the exact point where the threat lay hidden, Rygar leapt, tearing through the air before diving straight into the deep sea.
The water wrapped around him like a cold mantle, muffling the sounds of the storm above.
Immediately, he began gathering mana in his throat—Howling Magic vibrating like a suppressed thunderclap—and lightning flickered along the blade of Tsukikage, casting a blue glow into the black ocean. The blade roared silently, thirsting for battle.
Normally, Rygar would not be able to breathe underwater, but he had prepared.
A thin oxygen pocket, formed with wind and water magic, surrounded him—unstable and fragile—sustained by the magic he had learned to control on the shores of Westport.