Though at first you could never quite imagine what a sun in the Dark World would even look like-- that is, if it had one to begin with-- you can't deny that the one rising before you is one hell of a sight to behold. Scarlets and oranges and golds pierce the waking cities, shining for miles of their streets in promise of a new day; not necessarily better than the last, but with potential.

Almost as if entranced by the sunlight before you to the point of blindness, you take your time in reaching the shoreline. Never once did you have the slightest inkling of even the scale of what you would encounter almost immediately then.

Just a few feet from the dock is a cruise ship in movement. Yet it heads not towards the horizon and to places yet unseen, nor can it have a chance to make a successful return were that the case for this current trip.

"FREEDOM, W)(AT A SWEET T)(ING TO FINALLY )(AVE JUST A SEA'S DEPT)( AWAY!"

The vessel instead aims itself and all it holds into its bottomless fate below. In a fit of enraged panic, you prepare to rush in... just as something cold and metal presses against your neck. The blunt end of a blade.

"O)(! GREETINGS, MASTER; YOU'RE RIG)(T ON TIME! IF I COUNTED RIG)(T, T)(IS MAY AS WELL BE T)(E MOST PEOPLE I'VE FREED AS OF YET-- ISN'T T)(IS EXCITING? ISN'T IT?!"

The voice scrapes up your back like acid and sends biting chills through your every nerve. As you turn to face its source, you're met with an equally-- albeit quite appropriately-- disturbing visage of a blade-bodied, seven-eyed Darkner with a permanent grin etched onto his face. Grinning mercilessly at a mass tragedy taking place before you and casually pointing what seems to be an exact copy of your own knife at your neck.

"RIG)(T... W)(ERE ARE MY MANNERS? NAME'S CARVAKE. I'VE BEEN WIT)( YOU T)(ROUG)(OUT EVERY DARK WORLD YOU'VE TRAVELLED AND BRINGING FREEDOM ALL ALONG T)(E WAY! W)(AT'S YOURS?"