An oval-shaped zone spread across the surface of the sea.
Inside it, every wave froze in place. The water was forced downward into a shallow bowl, while the rim kept rolling outward like it was being peeled back. Voruun sat dead center in that oval, and even his tentacles were being tugged by the energy field—no longer whipping as freely as before.
He glanced at the pink energy sphere… then at the distant stretch of ocean that still hadn't been sealed off.
Voruun knew he couldn't block this. Instinct screamed at him to run.
But the anger boiling in his chest wouldn't let him accept losing to these people again.
Several tentacles began slapping the sea in a steady rhythm.
Each strike shoved a pulse of power toward the center. The tentacles tightened their range, forming a ring, and a new energy sphere slowly took shape between them.
Voruun was going to meet it head-on.
Except he didn't get the time.
