Jonathan (Lord of Seven Seas)'s Journal
The winds grew quiet. The magical skies of the Sea of Erea returned to calm blue. All that remained now was silence and the sound of waves lapping gently against the palace stones. Victory was theirs—but the journey was far from over.
Lebewligs: (gazing at the calm sea)Now... I think we should leave this place. The battle is over.
Black Ocean: (stretching his arms)Yeah. We've done what no one ever thought was possible. We defeated Scelevar... we crossed the storm... and now it's time to move forward.
Just as they turned toward their ship, a sudden shift in the wind caught everyone's attention. The breeze changed—warmer, sharper. Then… footsteps.
Lord of the Seven Seas: (alarmed, stepping forward)Wait—stop! There's someone here... I can feel it.(shouts) Hey! Who's there?! Show yourself!
From behind a tall, spiraling column of swirling air, a figure slowly emerged. His cloak fluttered with the winds, his face calm, wise, and unfamiliar.
Mysterious Figure: (voice echoing)I am the brother of Erea's Power.I have walked across every ocean, from the frozen cliffs of the north to the lava tides of the south.I know the currents.I know the skies.I know the flames, the bones, the shadows, the storms...I know them all.
He paused. The team stood frozen, unsure whether to raise their weapons—or lower them.
Mysterious Figure: (softly)My name... is—
Erea's Power: (stepping beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder)His name is Wind's Magic.My brother.
The team looked at the two brothers now standing side by side—like night and dawn.
Wind's Magic: (nodding respectfully)Yes. That's who I am.But I ask you this... where are you headed now?The Sea of Erea is behind you. The wind has tested you. What lies ahead?
A silence fell over the group for a moment. Then...
Evilness of Netherware: (stepping forward, boldly)We are heading toward the Sea of Blaze.The home of fire...The land where air burns and water vanishes.A sea ruled by flame, fury... and forgotten magic.
Celebrass: (nervously)That place is not just fire—it's alive. It breathes. It devours the weak.
Lebewligs: (determined)Then we'll go in strong.
Black Ocean: (smirking)We always do.
The wind shifted once again, this time carrying the scent of distant smoke. It was calling them. The Sea of Blaze awaited.