What is this...?
Looking at the deceased souls staggering forward in the gray mist filled with the aura of death, gazing into the thick fog to catch glimpses of the immense gateway behind it, the man with an axe embedded in the back of his head... the male soul stood frozen on the spot.
Dead? Am I already dead?!
He tried to recall the memories left before his death, remembering the enchanting singing voice, and the sudden whistle of the wind behind his ears, the man finally confirmed his current predicament and couldn't help but feel a wave of despair wash over him.
I must really be dead...
After the royal ship of the Kingdom of Saio was towed away some time ago, the area around the Sea of Shrouded Moon became a haven for sirens, and passing sailors often went mad from their songs, jumping ship and swimming towards the reefs to their deaths.
