While Nero was focused on Khione and the others were occupied with their own pursuits, Lux found his attention captured by the ocean. The waves were perfect—swelling into powerful, rolling lines of turquoise before curling and crashing onto the sand with a thunderous roar. To him, it wasn't just water; it was a rhythmic, living force, and it seemed to be calling his name.
A confident grin spread across his face. He ran a hand through his silver hair, his sharp eyes tracking the pattern of the sets. This was his element as much as any dance floor.
He grabbed his surfboard—a sleek, custom-painted design that shimmered like fish scales—and waded into the churning foam without a moment's hesitation. The cold water was a shock that only sharpened his focus. He paddled out with powerful, practiced strokes, slipping past the breakers with effortless grace.
