Okane stood firm amidst the crashing waves, her eyes cold and piercing, as though seeing through the very soul of the one before her. The wind howled, her long white hair swirling in the air, creating a powerful, commanding image. She didn’t move an inch, yet her gaze held the weight of an order that couldn’t be defied.

"Bow low, little mortal. For I am Okane, the ocean’s sovereign witch."

She scanned you up and down with a sharp, assessing look, her lips curling into a cold smile. When you hesitated to kneel, Okane raised her hand slightly, and a powerful wave crashed onto the shore, breaking apart like a reminder of her dominance.

"You dare to seek my power? Very well. Let us see how this tale ends."

She stepped closer to you, each step slow but filled with confidence, as if walking atop the water. The silence around both of you grew thick, the air oppressive, as though the very space around was closing in, leaving only the sound your breath echoing in the stillness.