The small sphere hit the ocean before the entire world trembled in motion. The huge volume of sheer force and mass returned to where it belonged as the night clouds dispersed away.
On the island far away from where the demi-humans lived, King Loewe was having dinner with his allies from different kingdoms. The table was long and wide enough to hold about fifty kinds of different cuisines that permeated the grandiose smell of food lust. The utensils were clacking and waves of laughter filled the room.
The kings and the queens were enjoying the private banquet, their faces were filled with smiles and happiness but God knows what kind of scheme they were all hiding.
King Loewe was looking down at his food despite the festive atmosphere. Her wife gently touched his arm, "What's wrong?"
He smiled at her beautiful face, "Nothing."
