The old man appeared a second later in the sky, his frail demeanor nonexistent, while his eyes shone white like twin sun orbs.
There was no fluff, no rage, no talk, as he descended from the sky like a blazing meteor.
ROARRR!
There was another earth shattering roar, as a behemoth of the seas finally surfaced. A creature with scaly, serpentine body, and two monkey like arms, pitch black in color.
It stared at the streaking meteor blitzing towards it. Its arch nemesis, and the kraken retaliated.
Two huge tentacle slapped out of the water, causing waves of water to rise and fall in tides and tsunamis as they raced up to meet the old man.
Silence.
The air went silent at their clash, and even sound lagged behind, but they didn't.
After that clash, they clashed again, and again, and again, and again!
To anybody that wasn't of their level, what they would have seen, was the old man in the air, and in an instant wasn't. Infact, some weaker ones, would still be seeing him in the sky as of this moment.
What they didn't know was that the two monsters had already exchanged blows more than a thousand times in a single instant.
Finally, sound picked up, as the human time slowly catched up.
BOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!
The entire sea for kilometers, parted revealing depth of the ocean, shockwaves ripping across the water, and even the surrounding coastal cities, leveling them in an instant.
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The sky was gloomy, and the air carried the smell if ozone and sulfur. Ash fell from the sky like snow, and clouds of smoke, formed a suffocating block against the sun.
The air was hot and stuffy, the ground was hot, but not as hot, and the water was warm rather than cold.
As the sea washed against the land on shore, a disheveled figure was revealed, lying unconscious, with a few sea creatures, latched onto him.
His eyelids trembled slightly, as though he was having a nightmare, and began to cough.
With each cough, he burped out water, that still fell back in to clog his airways, leading to even more coughing fits, until he instinctively rolled over, coughing out more and more water, until he threw up.
Orpheus eyes slowly came open, his breathing heavy and laboured, and his entire body screaming in pain.
The air smelled like something was burning, and black snow fell from the dark clouded sky.
"Where am I?" He muttered as he pushed himself up, his limbs trembling violently he almost fell back into his own puke.
He however, still made it to his feet, feeling his legs tremble as he stood on his feet. He gave a good look around, and standing some kilometers away, was a very tall mountain, that released clouds of smoke and ash into the surrounding.
"A volcano?" Orpheus questioned grimly.
There was no one however to answer him.
He turned back to the sea, and for thousands of miles... As far as his eyes could see, there was only water. In every direction it was just water, not even a single island spotted.
"I'm in an island," he concluded grimly, as his gaze turned back to the ash spewing mountain.
His condition did not look good either.
The last thing he could remember, was being flung into the sky by a powerful force, that rattled his bones and destroyed the raft.
"The raft!" He exclaimed, his expression instantly going pale.
As he stared into the water, he was unable to find any wood splinter signifying he was nowhere close to the point where he had seen the tide.
Though he knew it was unlikely, he still held hope. The raft however, for now, was amongst the least of his problems.
One of the most important now, and the main reason he had embarked on this mission in the first place, was that he was not in his intended destination.
The biome was so different that there was no single chance he would find anything of what he set out for.
Feeling better now, he began to pull off the sea creatures that had latched unto him, some even ripping his flesh as they came off, causing blood to bloom like red lotuses over his pale white skin.
He gritted his teeth as he held back the pain, immediately becoming bloodied. However, like with the raft, he had lost everything else, including his sand gourd.
His pouch of coins were gone, not like he expected them to still be since his cloak wasn't even in one piece, every of his potions to were gone, even the healing potion.
He had a particularly large wound on his left arm, so he tore off a piece of his cloak, and tied it around the injury to stop the bleeding.
He repeated the action between several other injuries, until he looked like a madman covered in tatters. By the end the cloak was left as just a large piece of rag, so he removed it, and tied it against his waist, exposing his soaked brown, linen shirt.
Although he wasn't where he had planned to be, and Ava was waiting for him, there was something more pressing he needed to do now, and that was to survive.
He immediately began moving, heading to nowhere, but with an intention in his mind
The first step to survival, was understanding the topography of this place, to protect him the inevitable eruption of the volcano, if no one else came here, and helped him out. And knowing his luck, he was better off finding a way on his own.
If there was one thing he was grateful for, it was that with the volcano here, chances he would encounter a spectre was very low. It was not impossible, but the probability was low.
Since he already lost his weapon as well, he would just be sitting duck for even a spectre that was weaker than him, if something like that even existed.
At most, would be beasts and although they would still be a problem, he had higher chances of survival.
He hadn't even gone far, when he stepped on something, and his pupils constricted in extreme danger.