The water exploded outward from the tip in every direction, surging like a tsunami, a wall of water that crashed across the throne room floor and swept through everything in its path. Evolvers were knocked off their feet. Barricades were submerged. The water flooded across the stone, hitting his opponents.
Layla's troops floundered in the knee-deep water, struggling to find their footing.
Layla herself stood on her throne's elevated platform, the water lapping at the base of the steps. Her red eyes looked up at Moon hovering near the ceiling.
Moon summoned his purple Raiju.
The wolf formed between his hands, larger than any he had cast before. Its violet body crackled with an intensity that made the water below ripple from the static alone.
"Hurry up! Cast a platform to rise over the wate-" Layla commanded.
"Go." Moon sent it downward, toward the water itself.
A few mages managed to raise a platform under their feet, responding to her will.
