The Will Of A Thousand Souls
As if the Kirithon could understand Northern's words, the waves began to rise. This time, they looked less like tentacles and more like waves.
The entire sea looked like it was slowly rising above the normal level, as if it were swelling.
Northern showed no fear and instead stood carefree on Aerisyles, with his hands behind his back, even as the creature soared high into the blue sky that was slowly becoming tumultuous.
The sea roared with a fury that shook the very heavens. Its once tranquil expanse was now a churning maelstrom of dark, frothing water, imbued with an unsettling sentience. It lashed out with violent intent, as if it were a beast, wounded and vengeful.
From the roiling depths, colossal waves reared up like living walls, their crests crowned with frothy, jagged teeth.
They surged upwards, propelled by the sea's newfound wrath, and Aerisyles arched in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the first wave's crushing force.