As the white smoke flowed past him and the waves slammed into his feet, Ahab kept his sight on the point of impact, his breathing growing labored. His mind was about to give in, and he was barely able to hold on to consciousness. Those were signs of mana exhaustion, the irrefutable proof that he had reached his limit.
It had been some time since he was forced to go all out, but what choice did he have? His ship was destroyed, and half of his crew was dead. The dock was the last of his concerns at this point, so he had no qualms about completely destroying it.
