Till the world's end|| (pirate!au) -'๑'-Ateez

The sea witch

The maelstrom seemed to calm down, its fury abating as if bowing in reverence to the profound moment unfolding upon the deck. The black clouds dissipated, yielding to the gentle glow of the first rays of dawn that seeped through the horizon. But amidst the tranquility of the morning, Hypaxia paid no heed to the shifting skies.

Her desperate cries echoed through the air, carrying the weight of her grief to the farthest reaches of the sea. The twenty-three souls stood behind her, their presence a silent testament to the bond they shared with their late captain. Their hands held low in respect, their heads bowed in solemn reverence, and they closed their eyes, offering a silent tribute to the man who had led them through the storm.

In that moment of shared sorrow, amidst the quietude of the dawn, they found solace in each other's presence, drawing strength from the unbreakable bonds forged in the crucible of adversity. And as they stood together, united in their mourning, they knew that though their captain may have been lost to the depths of the sea, his spirit would forever live on in the hearts of those he had touched.

As the green light emanated from her chest, Hypaxia felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins, pulsating with otherworldly power. The glow enveloped her entire being, shrouding her in a dazzling aura that seemed to dance with the ebb and flow of the ocean's currents.Her body began to morph and shift, contorting in a graceful yet eerie transformation. Her skin took on a faint iridescence, shimmering with the hues of the sea itself, while tendrils of seaweed intertwined with her hair, weaving into intricate patterns that seemed to sway with an unseen tide.

Her eyes, once filled with sorrow, now gleamed with an otherworldly luminescence, reflecting the depths of the ocean and the secrets it held within. A crown of coral adorned her brow, its jagged edges glinting with a regal aura as if fashioned by the ocean's own hand.

With each passing moment, Hypaxia's form became more ethereal, more attuned to the mysteries of the sea. She raised her arms to the sky, the green light pulsating around her in a mesmerizing display of power and beauty.And then, in a final flourish of magic, the transformation was complete. Hypaxia stood before them as a vision of the sea itself, a majestic sea witch endowed with the wisdom of the ages and the strength of the ocean's depths.With a newfound sense of purpose burning in her heart, she turned to face her companions, her eyes alight with determination.

In that moment, she was no longer Hypaxia, the lost and grieving soul. She was something far greater, something older than time itself. She was the embodiment of the sea, a guardian of its mysteries and a wielder of its might. She was a sea witch, and her presence radiated with the power of the ocean itself.

Soren's voice trembled with awe as he beheld the majestic figure before him. His sister, once a mere siren like himself, now stood transformed into a being of unparalleled beauty and power.

"Woah," he exclaimed, his voice barely a whisper as he took in the sight before him. He had never seen anything like it, never imagined that his sister could possess such otherworldly grace and strength.

Hypaxia, now the embodiment of the sea itself, turned towards her brother with eyes that sparkled like the waves on a sunlit shore. There was a hint of sadness in her gaze, a remnant of the siren life she had left behind, but it was overshadowed by a sense of purpose and determination.

"Soren," she said, her voice echoing with a melodic quality that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the ocean. "It's me, your sister."

Tears welled up in Soren's eyes as he stepped forward, reaching out to touch her ethereal form. He could feel the power radiating from her, a warmth that enveloped him like a comforting embrace.