A white serpent, curled up on itself in an area with no sign of living beings for long distances, had his eyes closed, apparently asleep.
His calm, peaceful gaze hid the truth behind it, frustrated by his futile attempts to reach an old target who had stolen what should have been his.
After decades of searching and no results from Uzira, he had returned home to wait. Eventually, the enemy would sail back into the Violent Sea. By then, he would not only realize this but also know how to pursue the one he had marked.
He was calm after his initial failures. Now he was waiting leisurely. The enemy should be slow to set foot in a boat to navigate these dangerous waters. After all, the enemy had infiltrated Uzira and should be taking advantage of the opportunities in his path.