(Meanwhile, Planet Granada, Mauriss's POV)
*Drip*
*Drip*
*Drip*
The sound of rain hitting the endless ocean filled the silence like a heartbeat, slow and deliberate, while somewhere far below, the sea groaned and shifted as if even it dared not speak too loudly in the presence of the being seated above it.
Mauriss sat upon the only rock at the ocean's heart, motionless save for the faint curl of his lips, his bare chest gleaming faintly under the stormlight as his long black hair floated above his head.
Before him knelt a man dressed in the standard military uniform of the Righteous Faction, his forehead pressed to the wet stone, his entire body trembling from the sheer weight of the god's gaze.
"Are you sure," Mauriss asked softly, his tone almost playful, "that it was the most magnificent city you have ever seen?"
