Thank you all for joining me on this little prologue of murder, mayhem, and mystery.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!
Phaedra kneels, resting her sword against her lap, clutching her dress's frills in fear. The red ghosts surround her completely, and amongst them — the same bright red eyes that once watched her from the water. Giant, with arched brows and purple lids. She knows exactly who that voice belongs to.
Cheth: Welcome to your final judgment, princess Phaedra Augusta Philemon. Are you really so surprised that I look this way? You shouldn't be.
Phaedra turns around, brandishing her sword. She sweats as the voice continues.
Cheth: Your "prophetess" broke my bones and stained the sea with immortal blood — and even then, the Bonefish only become more of a MONSTER.