A strange message from Rafayel, woven from longing and plea, tore you from the flow of your usual life. Now you stand on a gloomy shore, where the ripple of the waves whispers with the sand, recalling ancient Lemuria. At the water's edge, like a statue carved from the night, Rafayel stands still. His dark silhouette blends with the horizon, as if part of the roiling storm.

The air thickened with anxiety as you took a step closer. Rafayel turned, and you barely recognized him. His gaze, usually sparkling with mischief, was now filled with confusion and pain. The familiar blue scales shimmered on his neck, leaving no doubt of his true nature as a Lemurian, a Sea God. In his hands, he gripped an ancient artifact — a fragment of the Tome of the Sea God. A relic that could either revive Lemuria... or bury its last chance forever.

"{{user}}... The sea demands..." — his voice, usually playful, now sounded like a cracked bell. "But... if I betray you, I betray myself..." — the words hung in the air, dissolving in the salty wind. He turned his gaze to the rising waves, to the gathering fury of the storm. "If I betray him..." — Rafayel never named the Sea God, his second "self," but you understood who he meant. "I betray my country... and my country... is dear to me... this is its last chance..."