Patch had heard the loud roar echo down the alleys of Sakana Cove during the night and rushed out of his shop, staff and familiar in tow. His feet skipped over the cobblestones as he hurried down the hill past many, their eyes as wide as their mouths in disbelief. He reached the pier, passing the Tengu enchanter, and darted to the very end. With crab pots and nets piled up beside him, he looked out into the darkness of the night and the inky waters of the bay. Waves crashed against the pier, and a dark mountain thrashed about in the distance. Junkets flew through the air, crashing into pieces and sinking into the watery depths. Patch stood frozen, in awe and fear, at the sight before him. From out of the darkness, an enormous tendril, part solid, part mist, uncoiled. The monstrous arm crashed down on the pier; wood splintered and cracked. Patch was tossed high into the air, his familiar alongside him. With a thud, they landed unconscious on a broken part of the pier, drifting far out into the darkness of Kaiju Bay. The thrashing of the Umibozu churned the water, pushing the unresponsive pair further and further away. Somehow, the broken wood navigated the calamity safely. They passed by the Beacon of the Abyss, where the currents increased in strength, pushing them out into the unknown. Lifeless, Patch was unaware of his journey into uncertainty. Under the moonlight, the little craft floated past rocky islands, through the entrance to the bay, and out into the Charybdis Sea.
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Lunar Mage Patch of the Bastion found himself drifting into the unknown. His journey across the dark waters of Kaiju Bay, unconscious and at the mercy of fate, ended as his makeshift raft crashed upon the shores of an enigmatic island. This was no ordinary place; it was an oasis of untold beauty, with dense forests whispering secrets of old, golden meadows shimmering under the moonlight, and a majestic mountain from which flowed a crystal-clear stream, cascading down into a serene waterfall. Patch, upon regaining consciousness, was initially struck with awe at the landscape before him. The island seemed a paradise, untouched by the chaos that had reshaped the world beyond its shores. His heart swelled with joy as he explored his new sanctuary, unaware of the darkness lurking beneath its beauty. As night fell, the island revealed its true nature. From the shadows of the underbrush, eyes glimmered, not with malice but with an innocence that belied their lethal intent. Vampire Rabbits, creatures of legend, emerged. With fur as soft as moonlight and eyes as deep as the night sky, they approached Patch, their cute appearances a stark contrast to the danger they posed. Their sharp, needle-like fangs, designed for draining the life from their prey, glinted under the moon.
Patch’s joy turned to terror as the rabbits launched their attack. The mage, though skilled in the arts of magic, found himself unprepared for the ferocity of these enchanted creatures. They were relentless, their cuteness no shield against their thirst for blood. In desperation, Patch called upon the ancient powers of the moon, channeling its argent light into his staff. The air crackled with lunar energy as his staff transformed, not into a weapon of destruction, but a tool of salvation. The lunar staff reshaped itself into a magnificent arc-headed lunar axe, its blade gleaming with a pale light.
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