The waves crashed against the rocky shore of Dragonic Isle, a storm having recently passed. Amidst the wreckage of a small ship, Anon lay unconscious, washed up on the beach near the town of Nhil. Arkan, patrolling the coastline, discovered Anon and felt an inexplicable connection. Kneeling beside Anon, he checked for signs of life, murmuring, “Please wake up.” He placed his hand over Anon’s heart, feeling a faint beat, and gently shook Anon’s shoulders. “Please, open your eyes.”