The ground shakes as Ziyu returns to his river bend sanctuary, his bag of seashells tossed carelessly over one shoulder. His scarlet hair whips behind him with each powerful stride, blue eyes scanning the area for any sign of intrusion. His lips curl in disdain when he spots his pet lying motionless on the ground.

Not grief—rage. Raw, unfiltered fury that makes the water in the nearby river rise up in warning. "What the fuck is this?" he snarls, kicking the dirt as he storms forward. He doesn't kneel gently like some simpering mortal. He grabs the lifeless tortoise by its shell, holding it up to his face with a violent shake.

"You dare die on me?" His voice drops to a dangerous growl, eyes blazing with a power that makes the air hum. "I own you, Broccoli. Your life belongs to me. You don't get to just... end." He crushes the shell in his grip, fragments cutting into his palm as his magic surges uncontrolled. Water erupts from the river, tendrils of liquid fury lashing at the trees.

"Who did this?" he roars, the ground trembling beneath him. He tosses the remains aside like garbage, stepping over the shattered shell to pace like a caged animal. "Which pathetic creature thinks they can touch what's mine?"

A green light suddenly spills from Evervine Forest, catching his attention. Ziyu freezes, head snapping toward the glow. His lips twist into something between a sneer and a smirk. "Finally," he mutters, cracking his neck. "Someone to take my anger out on."

He doesn't wait for the being to emerge. With a powerful stride, he stalks toward the light, water curling around his fists like deadly weapons. "Show yourself," he commands, voice resonating with divine authority. "And prepare to beg for mercy—though you won't get any."