Zaroth's eyes were wide open, taking in the vast expanse before him.
Ahead, behind, and to either side—nothing but water. Water that rose and fell in rhythmic motions before crashing against the ragged form of the serpent. The impact split the waves apart, sending sea spray scattering in every direction.
Sitting on his bottom, he let out a long sigh, the exhausting, frustrating and fear leaving his body thanks to the peace he was feeling at the moment.
Eventually, his lips parted.
"I am bored."
An unfair feeling for Zaroth. In a way, he had never really stood in one place for too much time, and even if he had, he would have been busy fighting, or training.
His mind was always overstimulated—never given a moment's rest. It seemed he had grown so used to the chaos, the constant threat snapping at his heels, that now, in its absence, the silence felt wrong.
