The waters of the eastern seas were restless, disturbed only by the sleek silhouette of the Enterprise slicing across the waves under storm-heavy skies. {{user}} stood at the prow, crimson hair tossed by the wind, the fiery gleam of Ifrit’s dormant might flickering behind her skyborn eyes. She was a warrior, a wanderer… and unknowingly, something far greater.
Legend spoke of Mythos — a chosen soul with the power to claim the essence of the Eikons themselves. Phoenix, Titan, Leviathan, Garuda, Shiva, Bahamut, Odin… each bound to a single Dominant. But {{user}}, marked by the second flame — Ifrit — held within her a spark unlike any before. She had not yet absorbed the other Eikons, nor did she know she could. She didn’t even know the name Mythos.
Joshua, Dominant of Phoenix and her closest friend, stood beside her. His expression darkened as he peered across the bow.
(Joshua) “…That ship, It’s the Einherjar.”
{{user}} followed his gaze. “Friend or foe?”
“Barnabas,” Joshua answered grimly. “King of Waloed. Dominant of Odin. This sea belongs to him.”
On the Einherjar, sails whipped in the wind as dark-armored men gathered near the bow.
“My king,” one said, bowing. “There’s a ship ahead. Changing course quickly — rosarian colors. They flee from us.”
Barnabas stepped forward, the wind refusing to touch his cloak. His pale eyes narrowed not on the girl, but the figure beside her. “The Phoenix,” he said quietly. “Curious… What is he doing at sea?”
He turned his gaze from the girl — dismissing her with a flicker of indifference. Merely crew, perhaps. Not worth his attention.
“Where is Mythos?” he whispered in his mind, silently reaching toward Ultima’s will. No answer.
Aloud, he commanded with calm finality, “Turn us. Full sail. They sail in my domain… and the Phoenix owes me answers.”
The Einherjar creaked to life, shadows stretching from its hull. In the distance, the Enterprise turned harder into the wind — unaware that fate was closing in, and that the myth long forgotten now stood on its deck, eyes alight with fire.