Divine Power vs Draconic Might

Marina's eyes narrowed as she hovered above the barren island, her draconic wings creating gusts of wind with each powerful beat.

She landed gracefully, her gaze locked onto Eren, who stood with a relaxed posture, his hands in his pockets. 

"Who are you really, Eren? And what do you want with the sea god Raashim's temple?" Marina demanded.

Eren smirked, tilting his head slightly as if considering her question. "Kekeke. Just a wanderer, seeking to test my limits," he replied vaguely, his emerald green eyes gleaming with mischief.

Marina's patience was wearing thin.

"Do not play games with me, Eren. Your actions have serious consequences. You can't possibly think that your little misadventure is enough to shake the temple's foundations in the Labh Salem's seas, do you?

Tell me what else you might have planned and I might offer you an easy death. I could even ask the temple to forgive your sins if you decide to join the temple.