Following her gaze, Fisher saw a breathtakingly beautiful woman abruptly enter his sight.
She was clad simply in a gown made from some strange seaweed fabric, the garment clinging lazily to the skin of the Sea Beast, damp with ocean water; and she herself, supporting her cheek with one hand indolently and without expression, silently watched Moli and Fisher who had just parted on the ship.
Her hair, a deep blue scattering like stars, fluttered without wind, accentuating the deep blue-black ocean in her eyes—within it, the tumultuous waves seemed to carry the faces of thousands of living creatures and flashes of thunder, presenting a contradictory image of majesty intertwined with kindness.