Two years pass, and the news grows more dire. Every village in the kingdom lies in ruins, their coral walls shattered, their glowing lights extinguished. The Kharaksa, relentless and precise, leave nothing but desolation in their wake. Now, the tide of their assault shifts toward Telyssar, one of the three great cities of the kingdom. The defenders ready themselves, but fear ripples through the water like a silent current.
Rythen emerges from the sanctum of the training hall, his body radiating energy as the last of the deep crystals dissolves into his body. The transformation is complete. His prana hums with newfound strength, a pulsing, vibrant force that illuminates the water around him.