'Thea' is not trying to do anything but survive.
Theo is writhing and thrashing in excruciating pain. He is oblivious to everything happening around him. He is barely conscious.
His last clear memory was yelling, "I know!"
He had been racking his brain for where a tremendous amount of mana could possibly be found. And then he remembered the ocean just outside the gate.
His thought had been simple.
If I can get in touch with the water… maybe I can summon just a stream through the gate. If I can submerge myself, I'll have enough time to extract mana from the sea… assuming the sea has mana.
It was a gamble.
But he had no better option. Not when Arthur and Julian were about to fall.
That had been his intention.
But intention and reality are rarely the same.
Just as he focused, redirecting Maeve's and Liam's mana to help him summon a controlled stream of water, he heard Alex's voice.
"Theo, you can't come here anymore. You're not dead yet. I'll see you around, buddy."
Then—
