Fire, smoke and mana distortions at night in the middle of the ocean. Screams of children and woman filling out the empty ocean, making all the dead souls at sea awaken to see the fate of those similar to them. Though, dead souls with no power cannot manifest into physical bodies to help. Sadly, the screams do nothing but bring the pirates to torture and kill them.
Thrown off the ship by her brother as a last means of survival chance, Milya sinks into the ocean. Unable to struggle as her dress is too heavy due to the water, even her swordsmanship training cannot help her move her body how she wants.
The light from the surface slowly disappears as she sinks deeper, putting no effort trying to survive her predicament. It may be the coldness of the water that penetrated her body, or the flashes of dead bodies that wouldn’t escape her mind that makes her wish to just shut her eyes. Seemingly giving up to fate, her eyes close and finally let’s go of the last bit of air she had held in.
Unable to breathe, her eyes spring open and her hands could not help but strongly protest against the lack of air, was it her natural instincts or her unwillingness to die like this? Nevertheless, pain continued to overwhelm her, yet only hatred and vengeance occupied her mind.
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‘VERATHON, KING OF ALL EVIL, I AM WILLING TO SELL EVERYTHING FOR A CHANCE AT REVENGE!’
The water around her suddenly start dispersing as she slowly chokes and spit out the sea water. Her throat was hoarse and painful, but more so her confusion was even more visible as she stares at the water slowly pulling her downwards gently and allowing her air to breathe. Her eyes show signs of hope as she wondered if Verathon really heard her cries, even though she was a worshipper of Helios.
Slowly, a something becomes visible as her feet hit the ground of the ocean. Under the ocean laid a coffin with delicate engravings seemingly to be made out of Xolam stone found in the country of Auron which nullifies mana. Although it was a beautiful coffin with no signs of damage as if it just fell here yesterday, the chains that bound the coffin so tightly was rusting as if it has been here for many years.
On top of the coffin was a magic stone – it seems to be what saved Milya.
A voice rang in the ears of Milya, “Break the chains, open the coffin and make a deal with me… I am no Verathon, but I can save you and give you power for a small price.”
Uncertainty raced through Milya’s eyes before she walked towards the coffin, as if there is no other choice than this to help her out of this miserable fate.