Legend of the Immortal

It's High Noon

Belle took a deep breath, feeling the Ethos and Palos that spread around her.

It was rich in power, enough to take down numerous armies.

The sun glared down at the ship, the seething heat as the distant rumbling of cannons was heard.

The deck was quiet, the crew silently preparing for the action to start.

Svenson and the others waited inside,"Hey, Svenson sir."

The captain of the ship asked respectfully.

"Hm?"

"Are you sure she can take down that entire fleet? I mean it seems like an impossible feat, even if she is strong."

Svenson smirked,"Confident. If she says it can be done. We do not question the methods. We only need the results."

The captain nodded, turning to watch Belle.

Calm.

The sea was peaceful, waves sloshing quietly against the ship.

Yet, under the waves, an expansive world of animals swam, destructive and cruel.

It was a balance, a fine line.

And Belle was about to break it.

"It's high noon." Belle said, her voice encompassing the ship, loud, confident and aloof.

Soon after, the winds turned more violent, moving in every which way, blowing dangerously fast.

"Palos. Burn." Belle closed her eyes, her head lightly bobbed to a tune the wind was making as the sky turned grey.

A quiet blue flame appeared, it looked weak, like it was on it's last legs, about to burn out.

It wobbled to the water, wavering greatly.

Then-

The flame came into contact with the water, dyeing the entire sea in a blue flame that spread rapidly, engulfing everything in its path.

In the distance, several ships could be seen burning a brilliant blue hue, cannons firing even faster.

The audience watching through the lens of the camera stared, captivated by the figure that seemed to be standing in solitude.

"Rise." Belle stared out at the sea of flames, her face lit up by the flickering inferno.

Tremors were felt on the ship, the camera crew feeling it extremely clearly.

It started with a few bubbles, then it became bigger.

And bigger.

And bigger.

Until two colossal heads could be seen.

As the two figures rose from the sea, a storm commenced, lighting struck as thunder boomed mightily.

"Turn." Belle snapped her hands, the blue flames turning a crimson red, the blue sea in the vicinity dyed a dark red colour, the colour of blood.

"Part." Belle's hand went back to a pocket in her jacket, protecting her hair from the rain as the wind blew.

The sea trembled before Belle, moving aside.

It formed two pathways, entirely cleared of water revealing two absolutely colossal armoured statues that shined glossily.

Diamond.

These two figures were made of pure diamond, both kneeling down on the seabed.

"Advance." Belle's hand pointed forward.