(Planet Granada, Mauriss's POV)
*Thunder*
*Heavy rains*
"HA… HAHAHAHAHA!"
Mauriss's laughter rolled through the storm like the voice of the ocean itself, the sound layered, echoing, and alive.
He sat bare-chested upon the sole rock that pierced the endless grey waters of Granada, rain tracing the lines of his body, as his hair rose slowly toward the clouds, defying gravity as if even the wind dared not touch him without permission.
"The Dragon…" he whispered, his smile splitting wider, the tone somewhere between glee and mockery, "the little fool who thought he could hide from me forever….."
*KABOOM*
Lightning danced in the clouds above him, white veins crawling through the dark sky, illuminating his features for a heartbeat, as he looked sharp, beautiful, and deranged.
He tilted his head back, eyes half closed, letting the rain strike his face as he laughed again, softer this time, his voice turning almost melodic.
