Water misted outward from the mana-sphere encasing Mina. Thick puddles remained, suspended in the air, carried by Tycondrius' formation and the Sea God's divine power.
The armored sea elf knelt down in the sand at Krysaos' feet, her head bowed low.
⟬ Mina, Adamantine-Rank Weapon-Spirit Sea Witch. ⟭
Tycon sighed internally. Crossing from Gold-Rank to Adamantine was exponentially more difficult than for previous ranks.
Earthsong Dervish Yanaba had been Chieftain of her Ebon Mask tribe for over 600 years and had only reached half-step Adamantine.
It took less than a year for the Bronze-Rankers, Mina and Krysaos, to surpass Tycon in raw power.
That the two had the fortune to do so was... nigh incomprehensible.
The sea elf stood up, her aura full of strength and confidence. She was as tall as Tycon-- yet another vexing change.