MasukAs the Sea Wraith cleared the mouth of the Distrito de Canle harbour, the wind caught its canvas in full, driving the ship confidently into the open sea. The city shrank behind her, its stone buildings slowly dissolving into the hazy distance as the coastline curved away. Waves struck the bow with steady rhythms, sending sprays of cool seawater across the deck while the ship rose and fell with graceful determination. Every timber seemed to come alive beneath the force of the wind, from th
As the Sea Wraith cleared the mouth of the Distrito de Canle harbour, the wind caught its canvas in full, driving the ship confidently into the open sea. The city shrank behind her, its stone buildings slowly dissolving into the hazy distance as the coastline curved away. Waves struck the bow with steady rhythms, sending sprays of cool seawater across the deck while the ship rose and fell with graceful determination. Every timber seemed to come alive beneath the force of the wind, from the groaning hull to the swaying masts and singing rigging overhead. Mar stood at the stern with on hand resting upon the tiller, his blueish grey eyes fixed on the endless horizon where sea and sky merged beneath drifting grey clouds. The Sea Wraith cut through the black water with barely a sound, her hull hugging the shadows of the jagged coastline as it approached Cidade dos Escravos. Mar sat at the helm; his greyish blue eyes fixed on the distant glow of Cidade dos Escravos&rs
Mar’s face paled. “The Santo Order,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “Gods above.” He looked at Escuro with a new king of grim respect. “A dungeon by the docks,” Mar repeated, his mind already working through the logistics. “If they are keeping them there, it is because they do not want them wandering the streets. they are waiting for something. Or someone.” He straightened up, his blueish grey eyes hardening. “Look, I have found a way to undo what was done,” Escuro explained. “I just need someone to take me to Cidade dos Escravos.” Mar stared at Escuro, dead silent for several long seconds. The wind whipped a strand of chestnut brown hair across his forehead, but he did not blink. “Undo it,” Mar said, the words flat and sceptical. “You are telling me you can undo what that fountain did to her. My daughter’s mind, her soul– you can fix all that?
In Distrito da Canle, the docks were constructed from weathered timber planks, their uneven surfaces showing years of heavy use. Thick mooring ropes we coiled around large wooden bollards that lined the edges of the quay, while several stout barrels, woven baskets, and bundles of cargo sat neatly stacked along the right-hand side. The calm canal water ran alongside the docks, reflecting the muted daylight and the silhouettes of the surrounding stone buildings. A large wooden sailing vessel moored against the quay, its dark timber hull reinforced with horizontal planking and a single tall mast rising high above the deck, supported by intricate webs of rigging lines. Escuro stood still among the bustling traffic of the docks. Some being dock workers carrying foods and walking purposefully along the quay, while others seem to be merchants or townsfolk. He looked at the imposing stone buildings flanking the canal, constructed from grey masonry blocks. On the left si
“You turned him into one of us,” Escuridade said, her voice devoid of anger. It was worse than anger– it was a quiet, devastating clarity. “A half-breed. A creature that can never truly go home again.” She stood up slowly, her movements mechanical. She walked to the window of the shrine, looking out at the dark forest. “I thought if he knew how we felt. Being hunter… being hated for simple existing…” Escuro started. “It is a weak justification. I know. And if I could have done it to a less decent man I would have. But the other Santo knights would rather die than submit. Not Luz, he was willing to sacrifice everything to save lives. I thought maybe if he came to understand that we are worth saving too… that he would want to save us.”Escuridade did not turn around. Her silhouette remained frame against the window, the dark forest pressing against the glass like a living thing. “You gave him empat
Escuridade paused, her purple eyes narrowing as she visualized the plan. “But that is exactly why Luz is the perfect weapon. He walks right through their front door because they think they are safe behind it. And if Amelia goes with him…” she trailed off, a flicker of concern crossing her face. “She will be his anchor,” she finished, her voice low and certain. “When the darkness of that place starts to bleed into his mind, when the fountain’s corruption tries tot tear him apart from the inside– she will be the one to pull him back.” She stood from the bed, her movements stiff but purposeful. The shadows in the room seemed to follow her, clinging to the hem of her robes like loyal hounds.“It is a beautiful plan,” Escuridade said, her back to Escuro. “And a terrifying one.” She turned around, her silhouette framed by the faint, spectral lights that still danced near the ceiling. The purple glow in h
“Even when you were pretending not to care. You showed me your big heart,” Escuro said to Escuridade, her voice softening. “You felt so much empathy for others. You would get angry for them and feel sad for those suffering. And whenever I though this war was getting to much… you would show me why it was still worth fighting.” She went still; her hands stilled against his chest. The words seemed to settle deep within her; more potent than any incantation she had ever woven. She looked away for a moment, her gaze falling to the tangled sheets, her jaw tightening as if she were physically resisting the weight of what he was saying. Then, slowly, she turned her eyes back to him. The purple glow was soft now, steady and warm.“I thought I was hiding it well,” Escuridade said, a trace of her old wryness returning to her voice, though it was fragile. “I thought if I did not let anyone see it, no one could use it against me.” She
The Corrompido army fell into formation behind them, black banners snapping in the increasingly strong wind. “Tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any point,” Luz called out over the rhythmic clatter of hooves on packed earth. The destrier’s powerful strides ate up ground rapidly, leaving the slo
Luz froze mid-turn, his crimson eyes locking onto her form in the midnight blue fabric. The fabric clung to her curves in a way that sent a jolt of heat through him, awakening parts of himself he had though dead long ago. His breath caught in his throat. “I– of course,” he managed, his voice drop
“I don’t mind being consumed either,” Amelia said softly. “You don’t know what you are saying,” Luz whispered harshly, his hands trembling slightly as they frame Amelia’s face. “Being consumed means becoming a monster. Losing everything that makes you human.” The darkness on his chest pulsed viol
Luz’s grip on Amelia’s red hair tightened slightly, both painfully but demanding obedience. The black vein on his neck pulsed furiously as the Darkness within him sensed the victory– this human soul willingly surrendering herself. “You will sleep in my quarters and eat at my table. Every Corrompi







