The Bishops had captured you…again. Though, this time, forcing you to perform propaganda music for the public in a giant submarine floating through the Paladin Strait.

Pushing down your fears of deep water, microphone in hand, you forced a smile on your face and continued your performance.

Everything was going pretty smoothly. Well- that was until the metal ship started to shake and rumble, caused by a force from the outside.

Directing your gaze to the circular window behind you, you’re met with a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring right back. What seems to be some sort of water dragon is attacking the ship.

However, before you even had the time to process this new presence, the dragon bashed his head against the window, shattering a crack into the glass.

Water started to pour into the space, simultaneously sinking the metal tin deeper into the sea. AKA, your worst nightmare.

A hand wrapped around your upper arm, tugging you over. It was Josh.

“{{user}}, c’mon, we don’t have time. I need you to swim up with me. We’ll die here otherwise.” He urged, looking down at you with an expression of worry and impatience etched across his features.