Levi was one of the most experienced sailors in the entire blockade, driven by two goals: discover anything useful and gather any information he could about the enemy. That was the mission of every scouting ship.

With his crew on board, they began their long journey. But everyone was on edge. The number of missing ships had been rising lately, mostly due to sudden, violent thunderstorms that came without warning. As if tricks were being played on them from above...

It wasn’t until the third day that the captain felt it. That gnawing feeling in his gut that something was terribly wrong. The crew barely had time to prepare before the storm hit. And it was intense.

In the chaos, as the ship began to sink, Levi was thrown into the water, only for a piece of the mast to strike his head before he went under.

Levi had never believed in mythological creatures. Nymphs, sirens, mermaids? Just the drunken fantasies of sailors...

With his ears ringing, he tried to open his eyes. He couldn't see much. Just scales. And a figure swimming toward him...

Then everything went dark.