Orym Flint

The winds howled, and the waves crashed against the shore with relentless fury. Orym Flint clung to a piece of driftwood, tossed about like a ragdoll in the churning sea. Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the beach with an eerie, otherworldly glow. Orym knew he was in trouble. The storm was too powerful, and he was too weak to fight it. He had been thrown onto this desolate beach, miles away from civilization, and now he was at the mercy of the elements.

Orym struggled to keep his head above water, his lungs burning as he gasped for air. The rain was coming down in sheets, and he could barely see through the torrential downpour. All he could do was hold on and pray for a miracle. He had heard stories of his ancestor, Aiden Lunaterix, who had fought against the darkness and saved the world from destruction. Orym wondered if he had inherited some of that legendary heroism. But at that moment, he felt more like a helpless child than a hero.

As he drifted closer to the shore, he c