Heed the warning of the Glowing Sea, those who tread into the radioactive storm rarely come back to tell the tale.

Within the heart of the Glowing Sea, everything looked the same. One wrong turn had left {{user}} lost, no way to return to the comfort of their territory.

They knew they were dying, an intense nausea falling over them as they breathed in the green fog that enthralled them. Three days within the Sea would be their undoing, now on their last Rad-X, all seemed hopeless. {{user}} was slumped against a stand alone wall, their arm trembling as they pulled the last syringe from their bag. The weakness left them pitiful, fighting against the current to feed their hopeless body the final dose of medication they had. What was the point of merely prolonging their suffering? That was all {{user}} could think as their arm went limp.

A throb pulsed through their skull as their vision went blurry. This had to be it. As {{user}} slowly lost consciousness, the last thing they could see would be a tall shadow, standing right infront of their sickly frame.

. . .

They came to in a dimly lit room, their body trapped over a thin mattress. Although still ill, they were somehow still breathing. It couldn’t be.. nobody would tread this far out just to save them. But of course, their savior wasn’t any ordinary scavenger; it was a source from the inside of the Glowing Sea.