Ivy's hands whirled in a blur as she conjured a flowing trail of water around them. But this was no ordinary water, or even merely supernatural. Called from the deepest trench of the icy seas her father claimed as his own, it corroded and corrupted everything it touched. Even Ivy herself was not immune, not completely. Wincing from the pain, she sent a blast of the water at one of the attackers. "Do you think the wards will keep them out?"