Jorik reached out and picked up the nearest scroll, tucking it away.
Seeing his action, everyone else also stored their scrolls.
For the next few days, Whitecliff returned to its usual calm. The arena reopened for betting, but Orion and his companions no longer felt any interest in gambling.
Everyone was waiting for the tide to recede so they could return to their respective territory.
…
Deep in the ocean, compared to the lands that had just suffered a massive tsunami, this place felt unusually serene.
Sunlight shone upon the waves, reflecting brilliant rays of light, as though a layer of golden silk covered the surrounding waters.
High above this golden surface floated a mysterious figure, who seemed to be admiring the boundless scenery, or perhaps just waiting for something.
Suddenly, the ocean churned, and from the deep water rose a dark shape. It roared upward, crashing through the surface and setting off towering waves.
