The subterranean lake did not merely boil. Disintegrating greatly as it obeyed a force.
The Prophet’s staff struck the surface of the black water, sending a command frequency through the liquid medium that shattered the molecular bonds of the water itself. A shockwave of white mist and cavitation bubbles raced toward the basalt shelf where Zane stood, moving faster than any tidal wave.
Zane grabbed Wren by the collar of the heavy coat he had given her, hauling her and Rin backwards.
He didn't try to outrun the blast. The shelf was too narrow, and the cavern walls offered no immediate exit.
"Get behind me!" Zane roared, his voice barely audible over the screaming of the lake.
He planted his feet, activating Dead Weight. His mass increased instantly, locking him to the stone floor like
