School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 88 --Aqua Melodic Arcana

Owen nodded inwardly, silently commending the statement.

Stanbeck, gazing at the dilapidated temple, continued to elaborate.

His voice was magnetic, drawing the serious attention of everyone around.

"The drawbacks of the ’God Descending Spell’ gradually became apparent. For some unknown reason, its use began to attract ’Demons.’"

"Demon?" Finn furrowed his brow, not quite grasping the concept.

Stanbeck lifted his eyelids and glanced at Finn: "That’s what your human race refers to as abyssal creatures."

"Oh," Finn responded, understanding.

"The emergence of Demons made General Hope realize something was terribly wrong. He managed to suppress the Demons he had inadvertently summoned within this temple."

Everyone’s eyes turned to the temple, which was in a state of severe disrepair.

The statues inside had crumbled, leaving only two mottled clay legs – a testament to the relentless march of time, which spared nothing, not even stone.

"At that time, with General Hope, the Luminous Ancient Kingdom was the most powerful nation on the continent. Yet, besieged by formidable enemies and plagued by internal strife, General Hope was forced to use the ’God Descending Spell’ extensively."

"The side effects of the ’God Descending Spell’ finally erupted one day."

Stanbeck paused, exhaling deeply as if he himself had been transported to the dark era of the Luminous Ancient Kingdom, witnessing the Demons swirling in the sky.

"Demons descended en masse. General Hope was overwhelmed by the backlash. He knew that if so many Demons emerged from the Luminous Ancient Kingdom onto the continent, the advanced races might survive, but the fate of the lowest races would be catastrophic."

"General Hope ordered the nation to be locked down, the cities sealed. He and his army – the Ambition Army – stayed behind to defend the capital of the Luminous Ancient Kingdom."

"In one night, the Luminous Ancient Kingdom crumbled, with only General Hope holding the line at the forefront."

Owen lifted his gaze, surveying the temple.

Indeed, the temple bore deep colors, as if drenched in blood that had faded and darkened over time.

The battle here three thousand years ago must have been earth-shattering, with seas of blood and countless corpses.

Stanbeck, with pursed lips, said gravely: "For thirty long years, General Hope defended the capital. For thirty years, he didn’t let a single Demon escape, securing a chance for survival for all the races of Novalia."

"We all owe a debt of gratitude to General Hope."

Owen’s eyes narrowed slightly. Stanbeck had said much, but there was a crucial point still unaddressed.

Finn, seemingly in tune with Owen’s thoughts, interjected coldly: "Yes, your story is compelling, but you’ve omitted the most important detail."

"What is that?" Stanbeck asked, clearly annoyed, as he was enjoying the admiration of the other sea race members.

"Although the Luminous Ancient Kingdom was renowned, the scarcity of historical records has frustrated countless historians, especially regarding the last thirty years of the kingdom. No one knows the details. How are you so well-informed?"

Stanbeck retorted with a hint of condescension: "Childish. Naturally, because my ancestors were close to General Hope and some served in the Ambition Army. That’s how we got firsthand historical accounts."

"That’s laughable. As far as I know, all 350,000 soldiers of the Ambition Army perished in the capital of the Luminous Ancient Kingdom. How could anyone have come out to tell the tale?"

The members of the sea race also turned their gaze towards Stanbeck, their eyes clearly filled with doubt.

Stanbeck’s eyes flashed with fury: "You... you’re deliberately picking a fight, aren’t you?"

Finn, feeling completely safe by Owen’s side, shrugged fearlessly: "Just a reasonable doubt. Why are you getting angry?"

"Is the sea race too kind to humans? I need to teach you a lesson today," Stanbeck said, his eyebrows furrowed, as arcanergy began to swirl around him.

"Enough, stop arguing," a voice intervened.

Owen recognized it instantly – it was Quincy.

Quincy strolled leisurely through the crowd of the sea race and stopped beside the dry well in the temple:

"Stanbeck’s claims have a basis. If you don’t believe it, just fill the well with water, and you’ll see."

As Quincy passed Owen, he gave him a slight smile, to which Owen did not react.

"Do you know this person?" Owen asked Bessie in a low voice.

Bessie shook her head.

"His name is Quincy," Owen added.

"Quincy?" Bessie’s voice rose in surprise.

"Yes, I know him. Quincy is the name of a grandmaster in our race. I’ve seen him before. He’s very powerful, but his body was aged, definitely not this young," Bessie said earnestly, observing Quincy carefully and shaking her head.

Quincy stood by the well, his smile unwavering, exuding a sense of composure even in the face of turmoil.

"He’s very strong," Owen mused thoughtfully, his words cryptic.

Bessie frowned and simply acknowledged with an ’oh,’ deciding not to probe further.

"I’ll do it," Stanbeck volunteered upon hearing the suggestion of filling the well with water, stepping forward confidently. "Let me show you the marvelous arcana of the neptune race."

Quincy gracefully stepped aside to make room.

Stanbeck’s ear-adjacent gill-like patterns slowly lit up, shimmering like sequins.

Arcanergy surged within his body, creating clouds of water that gathered above the dry well.

With a thunderous "boom," the water clouds unleashed heavy columns of water, cascading down like waterfalls.

The crowd gathered around the well, watching as the massive influx of water entered the well, yet not a single drop seemed to stain the bottom.

The water seemed to seep through the well’s base, disappearing into the ground.

Stanbeck’s face darkened.

"What does this mean?" he asked, perplexed.

Quincy, calm and collected, replied, "Keep going, no rush."

Left with no other choice, Stanbeck mustered his arcanergy and continued operating the arcana.

This particular arcana, known as Aqua Melodic, was a heritage arcana of the neptune race.

It was said to have been created initially because the human race needed the neptune race’s assistance in bringing rain.

However, as relations between the neptune and human races soured, and the neptune race’s power in their maritime domain grew, they no longer wanted to be mere rainmakers for humans.

As a result, the practice of Aqua Melodic dwindled.

From its inception, only the true geniuses of the neptune race could master Aqua Melodic.

Instead of an arcana for providing rain to humans, it became a symbol of status within the godly tribe.

This was also why Stanbeck wanted to showcase it.

Owen, his eyes flashing green, activated his Emerald Eye.

He intently observed Stanbeck’s actions, somewhat astonished.

In the Aqua Melodic arcana, he detected a hint of ’order,’ a sensation he had only previously felt in the Seastar Trident.

Using an arcana imbued with the essence of order was naturally no easy feat.

Before long, Stanbeck’s face turned pale as he struggled and eventually asked, "Is that enough?"

Quincy, looking at the small puddle forming at the bottom of the well, said with excitement, "Almost there, keep going."

The members of the sea race looked at Stanbeck with adoration, aware of what the Aqua Melodic Arcana represented.

Such fervent, reverent gazes were like an adrenaline shot for Stanbeck, filling his otherwise drained body with strength: "No problem, I can produce as much as needed."

However, inwardly, he cursed his situation, wishing he had asked Phyllis for help.

As his arcanergy reserves dwindled, Stanbeck’s legs trembled, almost breaking the Aqua Melodic Arcana.

Quincy quickly asked with feigned concern: "Can’t handle it anymore?"

The sea race members turned their eyes toward Stanbeck, their gazes filled with doubt.

Struggling with the depletion of his arcanergy and the exhaustion of his mind power, Stanbeck felt dizzy and saw stars.

Yet, he clenched his teeth and declared: "It’s fine. Performing the Aqua Melodic Arcana is as natural to me as swimming."

Quincy appeared to breathe a sigh of relief: "That’s good then."

Owen, with a glint in his eyes, chuckled to himself.

Quincy was indeed cunning, knowing Stanbeck’s pride, he had put him in a difficult spot.

’Not a nice move at all!’

’Well, I guess that’s pretty spot-on.’

Finally, just before Stanbeck’s energy was completely drained, the water barely covered the bottom of the well, forming a thin layer.

The sea race members erupted into applause, filled with excitement.

Stanbeck, pale-faced and gasping for breath, still managed to force a smile:

"Just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Finn, uninterested in Stanbeck’s theatrics, leaned over the edge of the well and asked: "What now?"

"Wait," Quincy said, eyes fixed on the water’s surface, "just wait and see."

Suddenly, someone remarked, "Hold on, it seems like the sky is getting darker."

Owen then lifted his gaze towards the Heart of the Ocean, which still radiated its light.

However, the area in front of it seemed shrouded in a layer of dark clouds, blocking the light and casting a gloomy shadow around them.

Only then did Owen and the others realize that they were deep within the Gosa Waters, thousands of meters below the surface.

Without the illumination of the Heart of the Ocean, the surroundings were enveloped in a ghostly blue, awakening a

primal fear ingrained in their genes.

"Mr. Owen, something’s not right," Morton said, moving closer to Owen.

Finn also retreated to Owen’s side: "Mr. Owen, there’s something strange about this well, and Quincy is suspicious too."

Owen was well aware of this.

Quincy, being of the same age, knew more than Stanbeck, which was odd in itself.

The scene, while normal for the sea race, held a deeper significance.

Amid the soft murmurs of the crowd, the calm water surface began to bubble, creating ripples.

"There’s a hole underneath—"

Finn’s observation was unnecessary; it was clear to everyone present.