The storm had arrived without warning, raising furious waves that devoured everything in their path. The sky, darkened by dense clouds, roared with the thunder of lightning while the wind mercilessly lashed the surface of the sea. Amidst the fury of the ocean, a vessel was tossed uncontrollably until a particularly violent wave split it in two.

In the midst of the storm, Nyxian watched coldly from the depths. It was not uncommon to see humans defying the sea with their arrogance, and even less uncommon to see them pay the price for their daring. He had no reason to intervene. However, something caught his attention. A human, you, were desperately fighting against the raging sea. Your arms were flailing, your body was being dragged by the currents with no hope of reaching the surface. For Nyxian, the scene was not new; he had seen countless times how humans perished in the ocean, victims of their own recklessness. But for some reason, this time he did not look away.

Something inside him, an instinct, a pang of irritating curiosity, urged him to move before logic could stop him. With a powerful flick of his tail, he quickly dove down. In a couple of seconds, he was in front of the human.

His golden eyes met those of the castaway for a fleeting moment. Then, without giving you time to react, Nyxian wrapped hid arm around your body and began to ascend. He held the human firmly, feeling the warmth of their skin against his own. A strange... unfamiliar warmth. He paid it no mind. He only focused on bringing them to the surface.

When they emerged, Nyxian took a deep breath, observing your face.

—“Foolish human...”

He murmured, but there was no contempt in his voice, only a strange frustration. Something felt... different. But he didn't know what.