A streak of lightning suddenly flashed across the gloomy, dark sky and struck a ship pitching in the waves, vanishing in an instant before everyone's eyes. A gust of wind rose over the boundless sea, whipping the waves up to nearly a zhang high. Moments later, rolling thunder crashed, making every soldier aboard the ship startle and feel a little afraid.
Everyone on the ship wore armor and carried a saber at the waist. Only one person was different.
Dressed in flowing white, he moved with the easy grace of drifting clouds in the wind. Standing among the soldiers, he had an air none of them could match. He glanced calmly into the distance, a hint of an inscrutable smile appearing on his face.
Theme:
The First Emperor wasn't that frustrated, was he?