>>5382193>>5382200>>5382201"Cease this mindless destruction, Undines. Let us act as one for the greater good of mankind." Visualizing their return to your grasp, you plead to the elementals to not end the precious marine life of all the seven seas, now realizing how powerful this weapon is, and how much you still have to control them.
The blue Od flow slowly but surely returns to its handle as you start to grunt from feeling the awful pain that is to unfreeze your arm. Finally feeling your frost bones again, you somewhat wished you didn't, as you begin to shiver and feel how limited your movements are, just pulling your wrist away from the frozen crocodile is enough lose the rhythm of your breathing.
"There we go!" Isidro pumps himself up from saving you. "No need to thank me."
"Honestly, I'm just glad that my arm didn't melt..." You recompose yourself as you wait for your trident to stop extending itself into infinity.
Walking past the fog with the bandit boy, you decide to rely on your physical strength thanks to your irregular breathing preventing you from doing Od transfers.
So when another mob of crocs appear to fight you again, you realize how ineffective your powers are to any who don't have demonic energy within them, as you lack the force to cut through them after the 4th blow, no doubt due to your horribly tense muscles.
"I thought you were the acrobatic guy!" Isidro sneers as he almost gets caught in his own berry throwing.
"Let me freeze your fiery little head and see how you perform!"
With the pishacas lunging straight at your throat as a spear pushes you with a wooden staff.
Before their weight could topple over you and Isidro, the fog dissipates as Serpico beheads the kushan casters hidden in the cliffside. With their spells being broken, the crocodiles return to their simplistic thought process, ignoring their dead relatives and returning back to the sea (having a harder time than usual due to the frozen shore.)
"Talk about a sharp feather!" Isidro smiles, being finally able to see.
Surprisingly, you were wondering why the fog was making it hard for you to use your precognition. Perhaps that artificially generated spell made it so they could prevent both magical and physical sight?
"...The fog is coming out of their body!" Hyde points out as the sand rumbles beneath Serpico, almost sending him to the ground before he could redirect himself into a regular position mid-air.
An amphibian monster, having the trunk of an elephant and the size of a whale appears and roars, deafening all present as the dead kushan possess the carcass of the large animal buried at shore.
"What is that?!" Serpico shouts.
"Post-mortem magic! It's a physical and ethereal enemy, similar to the weapons we have."
"Can we fight it? Farnese shows up with the caravan ready, with Cindy and Schierke inside.
"Yes."
"NO!"
"PLEASE NO!" Gunpowder scares his animal companions with his nonchalant compliance.
