"Death..."
As the deep voice echoed, the blurry face formed by the bulging, dark clouds in the sky suddenly came to life. Deep within the storm, thunder coalesced into a pair of eyes that glittered with electricity. Their pupils were deep and calm, gazing down upon the sea below.
In an instant, the massive tornado stopped spinning. The surface of the ocean ceased its undulations. The fish and aberrant creatures of the deep went silent. Even those that had leaped from the water remained frozen in mid-air...
He—or rather, It—froze everything in place as a god would, turning the churning sea deathly still!
'Death?'
'Is It referring to the Power of the Origin of Death God?'
Wei'en stared blankly at the face, his body trembling uncontrollably. It was the terror one feels before a supreme being, the sudden, crushing awareness of his own insignificance. The horrifying power that emanated from the face made it impossible for him to even avert his gaze.
