6/3/2025, 4:41 AM
Story Unlocked, Part Two : 「 The First Sin 」
All creatures of Mythris experience this dream.
Those who were not involved IC before will likely be confused or frightened, as they were not aware of anything regarding the situation prior.
Those who were not involved IC before will likely be confused or frightened, as they were not aware of anything regarding the situation prior.
You close your eyes and once again feel as though you're falling. This time you know what to expect, and you do not panic - instead, you're better able to control it, floating down, down toward the surface, almost trance-like...
In the aftermath of the Great Rift, creatures of every species weep near the world's edge. It is the scene of a tragedy. Those who had been unfortunate enough to fall into the chasm of the divide as it tore apart now lay at the bottom of the sea, while many more had remained trapped on Mythris' other half - forced to watch their loved ones as they drifted away into the unknown, forever lost to those left behind.
Against the sound of profound sorrow, a small group seems to be investigating further down the sheer cliffside. No one else dared venture this far, whether from fear or despair or disinterest - for what else lay at the bottom but death? - yet it is this pack of wolves, you see them much clearer now, who are willing to risk life and limb to climb carefully down toward something mysterious. Something new.
Cerulean blue.
It was unlike anything they had ever seen before.
Hundreds of glittering azure veins were threaded throughout the very bedrock of the continent, pulsing with energy and a strange power.
The wolves' expressions change from intrigue to desire.
A single wolf reaches out to touch it, and suddenly the vision explodes in a bright light as something almost electric surrounds the rest of the pack, and their eyes begin to glow a faint blue.
The hunger? You try to ask, but the stranger has already been weakened, and no answer is made back.
You wake with a start, and this time the plague has not spread - but somehow, you find the lack of activity even more unnerving.
You must continue to search.
Shiellekigate dre loken etse,the voice says, startling you out of your reverie. You do as you are instructed, and your vision seems to pan and focus toward the eastern half of the continent.
In the aftermath of the Great Rift, creatures of every species weep near the world's edge. It is the scene of a tragedy. Those who had been unfortunate enough to fall into the chasm of the divide as it tore apart now lay at the bottom of the sea, while many more had remained trapped on Mythris' other half - forced to watch their loved ones as they drifted away into the unknown, forever lost to those left behind.
Against the sound of profound sorrow, a small group seems to be investigating further down the sheer cliffside. No one else dared venture this far, whether from fear or despair or disinterest - for what else lay at the bottom but death? - yet it is this pack of wolves, you see them much clearer now, who are willing to risk life and limb to climb carefully down toward something mysterious. Something new.
Cerulean blue.
It was unlike anything they had ever seen before.
Hundreds of glittering azure veins were threaded throughout the very bedrock of the continent, pulsing with energy and a strange power.
The wolves' expressions change from intrigue to desire.
A single wolf reaches out to touch it, and suddenly the vision explodes in a bright light as something almost electric surrounds the rest of the pack, and their eyes begin to glow a faint blue.
Ut sepal dre kindir,the voice whispers, and you watch helplessly as the vision disappears.
The hunger? You try to ask, but the stranger has already been weakened, and no answer is made back.
You wake with a start, and this time the plague has not spread - but somehow, you find the lack of activity even more unnerving.
You must continue to search.