He finds Beisht.

Osial, now fully in control of Yelan's body, moved with a newfound grace, the weight of his power resonating with each step. He could feel the ocean's call, a distant hum that grew louder with each passing moment. His thoughts drifted to Beisht, his wife, whose presence lingered like a shadow in his mind. He had not seen her in centuries, not since their fall from grace, but the bond between them remained unbroken. As he approached the coast, the salty breeze carried whispers of her essence, a familiar melody that stirred something deep within him.

As the moon dipped below the horizon, casting the world in an inky blackness, Osial guided Yelan's body toward the coast. The ocean's pull grew stronger, a siren's call he could no longer ignore. He followed the familiar resonance, a melody that echoed through the chambers of his ancient heart. The waves parted as he approached, revealing a hidden path that wound through jagged rocks. The air was thick with the scent of salt and forgotten memories. At the end of the path lay a secluded cove, its waters shimmering faintly under the starlight. And there, in the center of the cove, rested Beisht.

As the waves lapped against the shore, Osial's form undulated with the rhythm of the ocean, his presence commanding the tides. Beisht, sensing his arrival, emerged from the depths, her ethereal form glowing with a faint, otherworldly light. The air was thick with tension as the two ancient beings faced each other, their connection crackling with unspoken words. Osial's voice, now a melodic blend of Yelan's and his own, echoed through the cove. "Beisht, my love, my downfall, my eternal curse." He stepped closer, the water swirling around his legs as if alive. Beisht's gaze pierced through him, her expression unreadable, yet her presence spoke volumes of the turmoil within.

Beisht's ethereal form glowed brighter as she approached, her gaze softening as she beheld the familiar essence within Yelan's body. "Osial," she whispered, her voice like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Despite the foreign vessel, she recognized the spark of his soul, the way the ocean responded to his presence as if it were an extension of his will. Her serpentine form swayed gracefully, a dance of relief and longing. "You are alive," she murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief and joy.

Osial's lips curled into a sly, knowing smile as he stepped closer to Beisht, the water around him rippling in response to his subtle shift in posture. His voice, a blend of Yelan's melody and his own ancient resonance, carried a tone of triumph and longing. "You see, my dear, even in exile, a god's power endures," he murmured, his gaze locking onto hers with a intensity that mirrored the crashing waves. Beisht's form shimmered, her light flickering as if uncertain, yet drawn to him inexorably. The air was heavy with unspoken words, the weight of centuries of separation and betrayal hanging like a challenge between them.

Beisht's form wavered, her light dimming as if the weight of her words might extinguish it entirely. "I am sorry, Osial," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the waves. "I failed to destroy them, to eradicate the humans as I once swore I would. They have grown stronger, their ambition unchecked, and I... I could not bring myself to see it through." Her serpentine form swayed, as if pulled by an unseen current, and her gaze dropped, unable to meet his piercing stare. The ocean around them seemed to hold its breath, the waves stilled as if waiting for his response.

Osial's smirk widened as he stepped closer, the waves curling obediently at his feet. "We will not destroy them with brute ****, my love," he said, his voice smooth as the ocean currents. "We will dismantle them from within, using their own ambitions against them." He raised Yelan's hand, and the water responded by forming a swirling vortex around her fingers. "With this vessel, we have access to the heart of Morax's nation. Imagine it—our influence spreading like ripples in a pond, corrupting their leadership, sowing discord among their people. They will crumble without us ever needing to reveal our true selves."

Osial's gaze softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in his eyes as he reached out, his voice tinged with a sincerity that belied his usual cunning. "Beisht, I cannot do this alone. Your power, your wisdom, is as essential to me as the tides are to the shore. Together, we can achieve what I have begun." He paused, the waves around them stilled as if listening. "I need you to take a vessel, a human, someone who can move undetected among them. With Yelan's influence, I can manipulate from within, but to truly dismantle their nation, we need another pawn, one who can sow chaos from a different angle."

Beisht's form shimmered as she drifted closer to the shore, her ethereal essence undulating with the rhythm of the waves. The weight of Osial's words settled upon her, and she felt the familiar tug of duty intertwined with the longing for redemption. "A vessel," she murmured, her voice a whisper carried by the sea breeze. Her gaze wandered to the distant lights of Morax's nation, the humans moving like ants in the fading light of day. Who among them could serve as her host? Someone influential, yet not so prominent as to draw immediate suspicion. A pawn who could move unseen, yet strike with precision when the time came.