Poo-hoo-hoo!

The water from the lake flew into the air as if ascending into the heavens. The Water Dragon’s Breath looked like harmless streams of water, but even a touch would leave holes in solid rock. 

It was hard to maintain one’s equanimity at the sight of several hundred thousand needles flying through the air. Elf Lord Latasha, dangling from Woojin’s hand, felt dizzy as she saw death approaching on silvery blue wings.

Her body was stiff as a board and she held her breath in vain. She was sure that the water drops would slice through her like butter. 

No, it was going to happen.

Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-paht!

Latasha gasped as the water droplets dispersed upon impact with an invisible barrier.

"Hoo-ah."

Too-doo-doo-doo-dook.

It felt as if she was watching a torrential downpour from beneath a house’s eaves. The water slammed into the barrier in a fury, but harmlessly sluiced off after expending its power. But even then, the power behind the water was no joke. 

A calm voice sounded above her, “They aren't that big of a deal."

Latasha reflexively turned to look at the man soaring into the sky as he held onto the collar of her shirt.

Immortal.

She had never seen or heard of someone as unreasonable as him.

He was trying...