It can't be helped

"If I can't use magic, I can only last underwater for no more than ten minutes while fighting," Aion thought. "This will be hard."

Mareia prepared that in order to stop all of Aion's best cards. He couldn't show his true physical powers, his space magic, time magic, even elemental spells… at the same time, underwater.

Aion's attention remained fixated on Mareia, but she made no move or intervention. However, the controlled corpses wasted no time unleashing their dark magic. They conjured a colossal whirlpool, churning and pulling with immense force, threatening to drag Aion into its depths.

Aion braced himself against the powerful currents, resisting the pull as best he could. He fought against the relentless vortex, determined not to be overwhelmed by its grip.

"I hate elemental vortexes…" Aion thought while furrowing his eyebrows.