Orson and Veijander stood at the lakeshore, watching the scene unfold.
In the distance, the female elf warrior cast a glance at Orson before turning to Aelon. "Your Highness, I suggest we kill them first to prevent any interference."
Aelon remained indifferent. "They're just insects. Ignore them. Focus on retrieving the Rune Sigil Stone immediately."
At his command, the elven mages began chanting in unison.
"O spirits of the gentle and beautiful waters, grant us the will to carve through stone!"
B-Rank Water Magic: [Tides of the Sea]!
A surge of azure energy rushed toward the lake, slicing through the molten metal surface like a knife through cake.
Four massive fissures split open, revealing the lakebed—a silvery wasteland littered with remains of unknown creatures that even extreme heat couldn't fully destroy.
B-Rank Light Magic: [Beacon of Light]!