Morvain

A sword flashed, an arc of pure annihilation cleaving through the ocean's surface.

The sea roared as its depths were split apart, a gaping chasm forming where the blade had passed.

The water did not rush back immediately; for a fleeting moment, an abyssal trench stretched across the ocean, revealing the seafloor beneath.

Then, with a deafening roar, the waters collapsed inward, erupting into a tidal surge that soared miles into the air.

Shockwaves rippled outward, turning the once calm sea into a battlefield of chaos.

Towers of water spiraled into the sky, torn apart by invisible forces as Sword Intent carved through them like a sculptor shaping marble.

The air itself vibrated, unable to contain the sheer presence of the warriors locked in combat.

Each swing of their blades distorted reality, bending the atmosphere into shimmering waves of raw destruction.

One sword descended, and the ocean trembled.