Unbeknownst to him, for several days now, a glowing blue water, illuminating the darkness, encircled Percival, protecting his corpse from becoming bloated or being eaten.
It stirred; there was something sentient about how this water moved. It was different from the rest, like it had a life.
It could see all the sea folk, the pain they went through before they were mercilessly killed by those orcs. It might have all the power in the world, but it couldn't act; that capability wasn't given to her.
Her power lay in bestowing abilities to the sea people, fighting against whatever ravaged the ocean through them.
From her view, the man with the potential to end this slaughter was not only Percival, but he was the only one among that category with a unique heart.
There was this peace around him that created a beautiful atmosphere, like a serene ocean under the sunlight. Calm, inviting, yet mysterious, as he always chose to keep his distance.
