The sea churned violently as Dravon landed on the deck, boots scraping against the wooden planks. His eyes narrowed, burning with resolve.
"Chase the Navy warships," he barked, voice cutting through the roar of the ocean.
He clenched his fists, thinking to himself, "I should have expected this… the Navy manipulated us all. Orimo was their true target. I've made a grave mistake."
One of his men hesitated, voice tense. "Are you sure about this, Captain? Sora Nithel is onboard… this could trigger a full-scale war!"
Dravon exhaled sharply, the wind whipping his hair. "We save him later. But I swear… I'm coming for Orimo."
He sharpened his focus, eyes blazing, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to strike.
Meanwhile, far across the waves, the Navy headquarters echoed with victorious laughter. Uruma Nithel leaned back, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face as he admired the capture of Orimo Kuzan.
From the shadows, a soft whisper cut through the air, chilling in its calm. "One target down… the world is in my hands now."
The mastermind's presence lingered like a storm on the horizon — unseen, unstoppable, and orchestrating chaos with silent precision.