Something unseen yanked me below as if I were prey caught in the jaws of a great white shark. I was getting pulled into the depths.
By now, I knew better than to resist.
After the fire and wind quadrant had taught me the futility of fighting against the elements, I allowed the current to take me.
I let go. The moment I surrendered, I was not only not suffocating due to a lack of oxygen, but I also no longer felt like I was being dragged—instead, I was guided. Water had its own will, just like wind, but where wind was erratic, water seemed to be moving with intent.
It had a purpose.
I opened my eyes.
The world around me was vast and endless, yet light still filtered through to the great depths. These lights were somewhat distorted by the ever-moving tides churning above and around me. The deeper I descended, the darker the waters became, yet I felt no fear.
Water was not my enemy.
I had long since learned the elements were not my enemies. Even if they harmed me, that was not out of ill intent but because they didn’t like how I was behaving. Like agitated animals, they lashed out at those who didn’t respect their boundaries.
First Lesson: Water was Movement.
Even when it seemed still, it was never truly at rest.
I spread my arms to swim and immediately felt resistance. Yet, the moment I stopped forcing movement, I glided effortlessly through the water. There was no need for frantic kicking, no need to force my way forward—if I wanted to move, I only had to align myself with the currents.
I observed.
There were layers to this world. Just like wind, water was not a singular force but a vast network of motions. Some currents were sluggish, while others moved with incredible force propelling them, demanding utmost respect.
I experimented by shifting my body to see how the water reacted. When I tilted forward, I was carried swiftly downward. If I arched my back, I slowed.
By understanding the flow, I could choose my path.
I was still sinking, deeper and deeper, and as such, came to the realization that the ocean floor was no empty void.
For the first time since I entered these elemental realms, I saw signs of civilization.
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Unlike the raging infernos of fire or the storm-wracked lands of wind, the water quadrant held remnants of something old. Structures that have been long since abandoned stood solemnly against the currents, draped in coral and seaweed.
It was a city. Or at least, it had been.
I landed on the seafloor, standing on my two feet for the first time since being swallowed by the waves. I ran my fingers along the weathered, mossy walls, tracing the faded inscriptions that had long since lost their meaning.
Whoever had lived here was gone, forced into extinction by the ruthless actions of the soul-raiding gods and their enslaved galactic armies birthed to do their bidding in their Astral Conquests. Even though these people were no more, their legacy remained, preserved by the ocean’s embrace.
Yet, there was no time to dwell. The waters were teaching me.
Second Lesson: Water was Adaptation.
It was relentless, but not in the way fire burned or wind raged. It persisted. It found its way through every crack and wore down even the hardest stone with patience. It did not break through obstacles but flowed around them, over them, reshaping them over time.
I began to move, not by forcing my way through the water, but by becoming part of it.
Like the currents that wove through the ruins, I adjusted. I did not fight against resistance; I used it. If I met an opposing force, I let it redirect me rather than stop me.
It was an entirely different mindset from fire, which burned through problems, or wind, which avoided them altogether.
Water accepted.
Water endured.
I moved freely now, no longer hindered by the ocean’s density. My body felt light, allowing me to effortlessly shift through the depths. But there was one more thing I had to grasp.
Third Lesson: Water was Power.
I had learned to move with water. Now, I needed to command it.
I shot upward, willing the currents to carry me, and after a few days of trial and error, they obeyed. I wasn’t just drifting anymore—I was riding the ocean’s force.
And then, I saw them.
The waves.
The moment I broke through the ocean, I was met with towering walls of water crashing with the raw might of the sea made up of primordial water.
Seeing them, I instantly felt they weren’t just chaotic masses of water. They had momentum, and once they moved, they carried everything with them.
I didn’t try to fight or stop the waves.
Instead, I instinctively tried to make good use of their momentum.
I used my wind manipulation skill to shoot toward the skies, and the moment my feet touched the wave’s surface, I didn’t think as logic would dictate I should. Not because the water hardened beneath me but because I was moving with it.
The realization struck like lightning.
Water wasn’t controlled. It was harnessed.
Fire burned. Wind fled. Earth stood firm. But water moved, and once in motion, it was nearly impossible to stop.
I bent my knees, shifting my stance. The moment I did, my body aligned with the wave’s flow, and I propelled forward. Faster. Smoother.
It was nothing like flying. Wind gave me boundless freedom, but water was something else entirely. It wasn’t about soaring weightlessly—it was all about momentum.
With an intentional twist of my body, I adjusted my center of gravity, and the wave carried me in a long arc, sending me streaking across the ocean’s surface. The tides weren’t just forces—I could anticipate them, move with them, use them.
I dived beneath the water, breaking through with perfect fluidity, launching myself onto a new crest with nothing but positioning and awareness.
This was it.
This was the third lesson.
Water wasn’t just movement. It wasn’t just adaptation. It was raw force.
But it wasn’t force in the way fire raged or earth endured. Water’s strength came from building momentum—it moved forward and carried everything with it.
I had no spells, no means to manipulate water directly.
But… I didn’t need to force water to obey me. I only had to understand how to let its strength become my own.
For hours, I tested the limits of my newfound understanding.
I rode the waves until there was no hesitation whatsoever in my movement—I didn’t even need to keep my eyes open to know what my body needed to do. Throughout the hours, I dived through the currents, weaving through the tides effortlessly. I let the ocean’s force propel me, launching forward with nothing but alignment and motion.
Only when my body understood—when there was nothing left to resist, no more doubt in my motion—did it finally happen.
[Ding!]
[Great understanding of the water element has been achieved.]
[Due to mastery over the element of water, structured spell constraints have been rendered obsolete.]
[[Aqua Bolt] [Water Shield] [Bubble Snare] [Tidal Wave] [Hydro Torrent] [Mist Veil] [Aqua Lance] [Tsunami Surge] — Removed.]
[[Water Creation & Manipulation] — Achieved.]
I exhaled, and the ocean breathed with me. The waves that had once tossed me now obeyed my will; their motion was indistinguishable from my own.
The ocean no longer held me captive.
I was its master.
As the waters settled due to my mental command, I turned my gaze toward the next trial.
Beyond the rolling tides, past the endless horizon, the land awaited.
The Earth Quadrant.
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