But with power came danger. The shadows that had once lurked at the edges of her vision now grew more pronounced, as if something—or someone—was waiting to strike. Divine had sensed it before, but now it was undeniable. There were forces at play, dark forces that didn't want her to succeed.
One evening, as she walked alone through the streets, a figure appeared from the shadows. His eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and his presence was overwhelming.
"You think you can regain your powers?" the figure sneered, his voice cold as ice. "You're nothing without the ocean. And the ocean no longer belongs to you."
Divine's heart pounded, but she didn't back down. "I'll reclaim what is mine," she said, her voice steady.
The figure chuckled darkly, his form melting into the night. "We shall see."