Scene shifts to Ashveil Kenny standing on the deck of his ship beneath a calm, bright sky.
The seas around him shimmered like sheets of polished glass, but his thoughts were anything but calm.
"If Dravon Solmere allies with me… we can reshape the power balance together.
The Eight Conquerors, huh? Some of them don't deserve such praise. I will reduce it… to three."
A man approached from behind, boots tapping lightly against the wooden deck.
He stopped beside Ashveil and spoke in a steady voice:
"Kenny, he has approved a meeting with you."
Kenny exhaled sharply, a sigh sliced with ambition.
"That's great. Let's do this. Let's create a new world."
His thoughts deepened, darker, sharper.
"Soon after that… I will become the Devil King of the Seas— Ryuta Konan. I will be the new devil king of these mighty waters. Just you watch."
His black cloak fluttered behind him, dancing with the ocean wind as he gazed across the endless horizon.
Then—
BA-DOOM.
A deep heartbeat thundered through the air, as if nature itself trembled.
A silent warning echoed through the world:
"The time is coming close."