Nadia's POV
My fury erupted after the encounter with Wendy, driving me to the open waters where my rage could find release. The ocean responded to my tempest, tides surging higher as hurricane winds carved through the sky. Hours passed before my strength finally gave way, leaving me drained and hollow.
The tempest is fading now.
Violent waves batter the rocky coastline, their thunderous crashes splitting the air before dissolving into weary froth. I remain perched at the world's precipice, watching the sea gather its scattered pieces.
My divine essence still saturates the atmosphere, filling every breath with the sharp tang of brine. The residue of my power always leaves the same acrid taste behind, metallic and unforgiving like old wounds.
The storm wasn't intentional this time.
It manifested purely from seeing her again.
Wendy.
Her name sears through my thoughts like poison.
