Far across the island, the Ashveil Pirates' ship sliced silently through the bay, cutting through the mist like a blade. The waves trembled slightly under the presence of the true conqueror of the seas — Ashveil Kenny — as he stepped onto the shore, his mere presence commanding the quiet water.
"Return to the nearest island and wait for my signal," Kenny ordered.
Silka nodded, eyes sharp and alert. "Got it."
The night hung heavy, oppressive, cloaking the world in shadow. Yet, far on the horizon, a spark of hope shimmered like a distant star.
Ashveil Kenny's boots echoed against the marble floors of the palace as he strode toward the throne. There, Morgan Tarek awaited, seated with kingly poise, his gaze fixed on the newcomer.
"I'm here," Kenny announced, his voice steady and confident.
"Welcome, Kenny," Morgan replied smoothly. "I've been expecting you. What's your proposal?"
"My offer is clean and simple," Kenny said, leaning forward slightly. "We will rule the world — and claim the king's throne together."
Morgan's lips curved into a faint smile. "How could I deny that? I will rule the world with you, Ashveil."
Kenny grinned. "So that's a yes?"
Morgan nodded. "Yes. Our alliance is official."
The next day, Orimo faced the final day of his grueling training. The field sprawled across the mountains, jagged peaks striking the sky, while storms crackled incessantly. Lightning split the heavens, striking the ground in relentless fury.
"Close your eyes, and dodge the thunderstorms," the old man instructed.
Orimo's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell? I'd die!"
The old man chuckled, calm and confident. "Don't worry. I know you'll succeed."
Crack! Lightning tore into the earth, shaking the ground beneath him.
BOOM! The mountain rumbled as the storm's power seemed to surge directly toward Orimo. His body tensed, senses sharpened — the final phase of his training had begun.