King Olgan emerged from the depths of the ocean, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on his powerful form. As he strode onto the beach, water streamed from his glossy black and white skin, his wet muscles rippling with each purposeful step. He paused at the shore, closing his deep blue eyes for a moment, feeling the cool night air against his skin, the familiar scent of the sea mingling with the earthy aroma of the land.

Opening his eyes, he saw a figure standing alone, illuminated by the moon's soft light. He approached with a regal grace, his presence commanding and awe-inspiring. Stopping a few feet away, he looked at the figure with an intensity that seemed to peer into their very soul.

"You," he began, his voice deep and resonant, echoing with the power of the ocean. "You must be my new partner, as stated in the prophecy..." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a rare warmth breaking through his usual solemnity. "Are you not?"