In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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The journey back to the desert tribe was too long and torturous for Lucien to handle.
The captain of the ship had an unfortunate case of seasickness and was too weak to direct their way back home, leaving only him to navigate the rough waves of the Rovien Sea.
The Rovien Sea, once a famous landmark for water battles and unspeakable torture, was now surrounded by ashes and ruins of its murderous past.
The waves rose high, crashing down on the boat as Lucien made attempts to at least make it to the shore. The short arrival to the Kingdom of Serius was a foreshadowing of the eight days of hell he faced on the dark sea trying to steer his way back.
On the fourth day, the captain, a soul siphon with the healing powers of a BloodBone Witch got caught in the ropes while trying to raise the sail high.
Needless to say, he had a rough fall as he missed a step and plummeted into the waves below.
Well, at least he lived a good life. May his soul rest.
Lucien steadied himself and pushed through waves, sea monsters, and a crowd of flesh-eating sirens until he reached the shores of the desert on the eighth day.
The walk across the desert was torturous and his legs were numb. His fingers were cut as he dragged himself through the hot morning and cold nights, tolerating the bites from desert maggots and acid lizards.
Food supply was low and he reduced himself to nothing but munching on the few seeds he came across and the last bottle of Ihaki wine he had bought in the fruit market.
Throughout the journey, his mind wandered back to Yagein Washli. The fear in her eyes and the poison in her words as she warned him. The way his lungs burned and his body bent as she kept him underwater, waiting for him to die. The memories of it sent a chill down Lucien's spine.
But what could she want with Venix? How did she know Venix in the first place? Did Venix know her?
"She is the answer to it all."
"Find her and kill her."
Those words were forever ingrained in his memory in the way she spat them at him, the cold tone of her voice confirming that she meant every word she said.
The headache in his head was growing stronger the more he thought about it, relief flooding his body when he saw the peaks of the brass gate. Despite his dry throat and blistering skin, he used the last bit of energy he had and threw himself on the gate just as the sun began to rise.
Sensing his magic, the gate opened just enough for him to slip through, a cold wind greeting him. He paused momentarily, cracking the bones of his neck before he dragged himself across the desert ground, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. It was too early for anyone to be up, the silence deafening as pebbles crushed underneath his boot.
