"The sea breeze is so comfortable." Murmured the mist, "Is Hell really such a habitable place?"
He stood on the surface of the sea, his whole body drenched, sticky strands of hair clinging to his cheeks and neck, a sodden shirt outlining the graceful curve of his waist and abdomen, like a beauty fresh from the bath. No one has ever been able to possess such a blend of masculine ruggedness and feminine allure like him, as if a work of art crafted by gods and demons alike, a bewitching and destructive beauty that ensnares all life.
The sea beneath him had already turned into a deep, dark red. Corpses floated on the surface, those nameless Forgotten once again stripped of their right to exist.
But only a small portion of the enemies were dead; more Forgotten wandered in the air and the tides, and in the distance, more white foam rapidly accumulated and solidified.
