As Horizon's Call travelled further from known waters, the horizon had darkened into a tapestry of deep blues and silvers. A story of an ancient presence claimed to watch over a long-forgotten citadel lying on the seabed started to circulate among the crew in the days following the stirring events of unity and the rising deep.
Whispers about "the Lost Guardian," a lone sentinel lost to time and memory yet nonetheless guarding relics from a past life. Now, as if called by fate, those whispers seemed to gather into a physical strain that enveloped every heart on board.
