The water in the Slipstream Sector churned with violence, a constant, roaring reminder of the power Master Kaelen wielded. The Guardian of Speed was back in his artificial whirlpool, running against the current, a blur of blue scales and manic energy. He was trying to beat his personal best, but the recent acquisition of his stolen trident seemed to have thrown off his rhythm. He kept glancing at it, then at Alvian, his eyes wide with a mixture of reverence and disbelief.
Alvian stood on the viewing platform, ignoring the spray of water that soaked the hem of his [Vestments of the Void Monarch]. He was checking his interface, analyzing the new data from the [Void Step] skill.
Infinite teleportation. No cooldown.
It was broken. It was inefficient to the laws of physics, and perfectly efficient for killing.
