Upon the boundless ocean, a vast azure extended to the horizon, the waves gently swayed as if nature's most distant lullaby.
In this vast expanse of water, a whirlpool spun abruptly on the calm sea surface, neither a product of a storm nor a masterpiece of the tide, but rather a phenomenon caused by mysterious forces beyond natural laws.
Directly above this whirlpool, a priest clad in a blue robe hovered.
His robe fluttered with the wind, resembling a deep blue patch in the profound ocean, blending with the surrounding milieu while seeming detached from all else.
The High Priest of the Sea God Cult, Ian's face was serene and solemn, his eyes tightly closed, immersed in a meditation transcending the mundane.
Around him circulated a mysterious force indescribable, neither visible light to the eye nor a sound to the ear, but rather a deep and subtle mystical stance.
