Fighting the Old Fellow: Kraken Surge Ad Evocatus!!

Splashhh!

Mortimer slowly rose from the water, the waves swirling around him as if he commanded them—like a king of the ocean. 

The water obeyed his presence, pushing and lifting him higher!

Aether, observing with a mix of curiosity and amusement, raised an eyebrow. "You sure know how to make an entrance..." he said with a playful smirk, nodding approvingly at Mortimer's display.

But Mortimer wasn't amused. He clenched his stomach, feeling the ache, the dull throb of pain still pulsing through him. His lips twitched violently as he struggled to control the burning rage bubbling inside him.

He couldn't believe it. He, Mortimer, the great hero, the respected figure—had been kicked by a slave....

A mere slave!!

That humiliating... slave dared to lay a hand on him. He, who had always seen Aether as nothing more than dirt under his boot.

Now, he was the one who had been kicked like a dog.

That humiliati--