A remote island thousands of miles apart from Hurricane Island, deserted and uninhabited.
Under the black night, it was exceptionally silent, with only slight sounds of ocean waves rising and falling nearby, or the tiny movements of occasional insects and ants.
However.
Boom!!
A sudden gust of wind rose, and turbulence swept through.
The originally calm sky over the remote island instantly gathered dark clouds, as if silver serpents flashed by, and thunder roared.
Huge rocks were shattered into pieces by the hurricane, forests overturned, and trees exploded into fragments.
A figure sitting cross-legged and floating in the center of the island's valley opened their eyes.
Crack!!
A silver serpent flashed across the sky, using it to illuminate the night.
It was a stern and hard face with short gray hair, full of authority.
The eyes were piercing, seemingly merging with the storm and lightning.
