With a roar that somehow carried through the water, Jaenor released everything he had been holding back.
A pillar of crimson energy erupted from his position, shooting up through the harbor water like a spear thrown by the gods themselves.
The column of force broke the surface and continued skyward, visible for miles as it painted the morning sky in shades of scarlet and gold.
The water around him began to spin, caught in the tremendous forces he was generating.
A whirlpool formed with him at its center, creating a hollow space in the depths where the water itself was held back by walls of crystallized energy.
The sirens were caught in the maelstrom, their forms tumbling helplessly through the churning water as they were flung away from him like debris in a tornado. Their inhuman shrieks were lost in the roar of displaced ocean.
