BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Nine pillars of water as thick as half a kilometer across erupted. Every enemy within its range was wiped out into such a fine mist there was nothing at all left of their body. One would have thought that Nosphaleen had used flames with the heat of a fiery hell rather than water itself.
Panels of radiant silver-blue descended onto her body, locking into place as long silky strands of Aether descended down her body.
Her Whale Warlord Armor reached a state of perfection before their eyes in a single instant of time, and her palm struck upward.
BANG.
