In the dark depths of the ocean sea, the tides rose tall as mountains, with them surging towards a massive whirlpool. Along with any sounds blocked by a deafening typhoon. Within the dark chaos, the only lights were continuous thunders that could shake one's inside.
Amidst this scenario, a person was stranded on a small wooden boat, this teenage boy was enduring all this chaos, only seen as a speck to the whirlpool, and drifting toward the vortex. With one arm gripping the edge, he stood not afraid, but calm and resilient.
"The longer I endure, the harsher the winds get," he thought to himself, "if this is the wrath of the sea, then what creature could it be hiding".
The boy displayed a buff physique, but even so, it was supernatural that any normal being could survive, let alone endure this extreme condition. Although there wasn't any hope of getting out of the whirlpool, that didn't seem to be his motive from the start, instead he had other intentions.
Glaring up at the enormous spiraling cloud, thunders began bolting towards the center, gathering all lighting to the center point. The sight of it charging up as it rippled the clouds was spectacular, yet perilous. From afar the lights vanished, replaced by the sight of the abyss.
The boy merely took a short glance at the phenomenon before panning his attention back down. To be unbothered by such a terrifying sight, what thing could grab his attention, or possibly have fixated his focus only on it?
In a sudden moment, the feeling of motion silence, just as the charged lightning struck the center vortex instantaneously, releasing all of its charged energy, followed by a powerful boom that shook the atmosphere, and electricity zapped through the vortex.
As electricity spread throughout the large whirlpool, striking the small boat, small pieces broke off. But the boy wasn't affected by the electricity, only a small spot of his clothes got crisps.
After all the electricity was released, the whole ocean went pitch black, still… the clashing and force of the wind were now the only sound. Throughout all this, the boy was only now tensing up; he felt something coming, the presence of it coming closer.
Just as the thunder was coming back from a distance, a gargantuan figure rose from the vortex, breaking the flow and pushing everything back. In a short moment, it was already a thousand meters in the sky.
The boy eyeing the dark figure, got into a stance, and strengthened his body, to the point of the muscle fiber being visible. As the thunders came closer, the large dark creature spread its wings, preventing the lighting from exposing its body, as it now had sight of the speck, being the boy.
As a huge thunderstruck, the creature disappeared, for such an immense size to vanish in an instant was phenomenal. But just as it did the boy closed his eyes and formed a fist with his right hand, and then… he vanished with a strike of thunder.
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Coast Thunder