Grant, Bryson and Gwyn shot off to the sides in their diagonals from Morgan. There he orchestrated a new spell. One that called to the ocean to bend for him once more. Using his palms he guided the water downward until it protested. His efforts scraped the sea, ripping columns of frothing white bubbles up from it’s depths. Morgan gritted his teeth as he passed the stalagmite towers. The pressure he ensued pushed only back on his efforts. It bit at the palm of his hand as he continued downward.
The sea level only rose. He couldn’t convince it to shoot from the depths of it’s crest like the gateways did. That was infuriating. Morgan briefly glanced up to see the two fighting in the distance. They still looked far too large to be real on the horizon.
“Focus!” Ejder hissed at him from thei
