The sea, when the winds are calm and the waves are still, is a realm of tranquility and vastness. Perhaps the sight of the water meeting the endless sky was the very image of beauty that now lay before Orion. Sunlight spilled across the surface, turning the ocean into a ribbon of gold, where countless fish leaped in a vibrant, unforgettable display of life.
"You can go."
Orion's gaze was fixed on the horizon, his eyes reflecting the sea's peace, and his voice carried a similar calm. The words were directed, of course, at the two merman princes, Vorluk and Gulas, who had been forcibly detained to serve as his guides.
"Your respected Majesty, King of the Giants… what about me?" Gulas asked, panicked that Orion might have forgotten him.
"You as well," Orion replied coolly, without turning around.
Hearing this, Gulas was ecstatic. To escape from the clutches of a killer like Orion was a stroke of incredible fortune.
