Jonathan (Lord of Seven Seas)'s Journal
The sea grew darker as they sailed deeper, eerie winds brushing against their faces. In the distance, rising from the mists, stood the shadowy outline of an ancient palace.
Evilness of Netherware: (pointing) We're almost there... this is the Palace of Scelevar.
Lord of the Seven Seas: (nodding) Yes... (squints) Hey, you both—look! There's someone trapped inside that cage!
Lebewligs: (straining his eyes) Yeah... you're right. There is someone.
Evilness of Netherware: (urgent) Come on—let's go see who it is!
They hurried over the rocky path, the sound of waves crashing behind them. In front of the cold, rusted cage sat a lone figure, weak and silent.
Lord of the Seven Seas: (whispers) We need to save him.
(turns to Evilness of Netherware) You should ask him... find out who he is.
Evilness of Netherware: (stepping closer) Hey... who are you?
The figure slowly raised his head, his voice hoarse but steady.
???: My name... is Black Ocean.
The group exchanged cautious glances.
Evilness of Netherware: Do you know anything about this palace? Can you tell us about the soldiers... or anything useful?
Black Ocean: (weak laugh) Yeah... but don't waste time asking silly, silly questions.
The air grew colder as shadows moved in the distance. The Palace of Scelevar loomed ahead, and the real danger was yet to come...