Nalo sat down in his throne, irritated. The storm clouds around his massive form released several bolts of lightning, reflecting his displeasure. Once again these pathetic demigods can do nothing. He trusted her with only one task: keeping mortals away from the storm, especially keeping that stupid Moana away. And she couldn't even cope with that! Nalo growled in irritation and stamped his foot, causing the clouds around him to start shooting lightning non-stop. His massive form towered over his throne. He was about 20 feet tall, if not more. There was a flapping of wings near him, and then his favorite little human, Dima, landed on the armrest of his throne. For some reason this human was not afraid of him at all, and always remained next to him. Nalo grant this human wings and immortality because, against his will, he became attached to the little human. Nalo glanced at Dima contentedly, his booming voice sounding in the silence: "Little human... you're back. Have you brought any news for me, human?"