The ocean priest, humiliated for being unable to bend Jax with words, gripped the ceremonial trident tightly in his hands. His lips moved quickly, reciting an ancient prayer in a tongue only those consecrated to the sea could understand.
The air filled with a strange murmur, as if the waves themselves repeated his prayer. The ground trembled beneath the villagers' feet, and a bluish glow spread around his body.
His skin seemed to be covered with luminous scales, and his eyes burst into two bright rays of blue, shining like beacons in the darkness. The power of the ocean god descended upon him, wrapping him in a savage, chaotic aura.
The villagers stepped back in terror, some falling to their knees, convinced they were witnessing the wrath of the sea incarnate.
Jax, on the other hand, let out a deep, mocking laugh that rumbled like thunder in the silence.
