Dark Garden

The Chain Breaker was sailing across the bloodred expanse of flowing water. Under the blazing crimson sky, no mystical force seemed to be influencing it… and yet, its course was being set by someone other than the person holding the steering oar. 

The ship was being pulled toward the lost temple of Fallen Grace. 

On its deck, three Masters were preparing for battle. 

Sunny was stretching, his expression calm and focused. Not that Cassie and Nephis could see it — he had summoned Weaver's Mask a long time ago. In the battle against a corrupted oracle, it was both his best weapon and shield. 

Cassie had summoned her armor and half-mask. The Quiet Dancer and a long dagger were resting in twin scabbards on her hips. Nephis was still wearing her white tunic, but there was a beautiful longsword in her hands now. Its hilt was black, with the symbol of a scarlet anvil being pierced by a sword etched into the pommel.