Rena wanders a decaying land, searching for purpose to a life that was supposed to have been laid out for her. As a Mythic, the people worship the ground she walks on. To them, a Mythic is life, a living representation of the ley energy that sustains their world. But as a Mythic who doesn't know what ancient spirit resides inside her, she doesn't exist to the Order that raised her. Ignored and denied, Rena sets her sights on other problems. She puts her control over fire and powerful illusions to the test against the feral things that stalk the woods and follows hidden pathways through the silent forests, determined that if the Order doesn't need her, she doesn't need it. But the portals are closing. The ley is in chaos. The Mythics that can still save it are in danger, and Rena's about to stumble upon the biggest purpose of her life whether she's ready for it or not. *+*+*+* Cover art by @46Kibahime Cover title font pretty-ing by @Prisim

Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.