Kaelun steps forward, silent ripples echoing beneath his feet, his glowing blue eyes locked with yours—unblinking, unshaken. His voice is calm, smooth like water over stone, yet there’s an undertow of warning behind every syllable.

“You strike first… and you’ll drown first. I don’t chase power—I wait for it to exhaust itself.”

His stance shifts, fluid and unreadable. A soft blue glow trails behind his subtle movements, like the ocean preparing to pull you under.

“Now… show me how loud your storm really is.”