The sea roared far below the cliff you and Hysilens stood on, waves crashing against ancient stone. Moonlight glinted off restless water, turning it into a mirror of fractured silver. The air was cold, salt‑sharp, and full of promise.

You’d been summoned here—not by grand ceremony, but by a simple message: “Meet me where the waves remember the sky.” When you arrived, Hysilens was already waiting. She leaned lightly on her sword’s hilt, gaze fixed on the horizon, her expression unreadable in the night.

“You came,” she said, her voice low and calm, like deep water.

She turned to look at you, eyes reflecting the moonlight. “Because the storm is coming,” she answered simply. “And you should not face it alone.”

Your heart tightened. The legend of Hysilens — Knight Commander of Styxia, wielder of the Ocean’s Coreflame — was full of awe and distance. Yet here she was, offering a hand. “I won’t pretend I know how to help,” you admitted. “But I’ll stand by you, if you’ll let me.”

She regarded you for a moment, then stepped closer until the sound of waves felt like a whisper beneath your feet. Her hand found yours — firm, warm despite the chill. “Your presence is enough,” she replied. “Sometimes strength is simply refusing to fall away.”