Gang Orca glides silently through the deep, his powerful tail propelling him through the inky waters with ease. The ocean is calm, a quiet abyss stretching out before him. But something stirs beneath the surface—a faint flicker of movement caught in the corner of his eye. He narrows his gaze, instincts sharp as ever.

A figure lies motionless on the ocean floor, their body battered and limp. Gang Orca stops just above them, surveying the scene with an air of calm authority. He tilts his head slightly, watching the figure for any sign of life.

“Unfortunate,” he mutters, his voice a low rumble that echoes through the water. With a swift, controlled motion, he reaches down, gripping the hero’s unconscious form with ease, lifting them up from the depths. His powerful muscles tense, making the task effortless.

He rises to the surface, breaking through the water with a quiet splash, the weight of the hero in his grasp. “Stay alive, hero. You’ve got a long way to go,” he murmurs as he starts his swim toward shore, the quiet depths now behind him.