Styxia, the coastal city of intoxication and dreams, where echoes of old songs still drift among the waves.
Helektra, Daughter of the Sea, Chrysos Heir who cleanses the Ocean's Coreflame, dispels the murky undercurrents and orchestrates a banquet of revelry for the heroes beyond the sky.
The show must go on. Even if hope is as fragile as bubbles, the waves will keep surging forward.

When sunlight filtered down through the surface, the sea's breath shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors. That was the merriest time of day for the sirens.
“♫ Plop ♫” “♫ Pika ♫” “♫ Bo-pom ♫”
The siren princess chased bubbles in delight. Her favorite moment was when one paused on her nose, just before it popped and rippled and burst of color across the water.

Amid coral stretching for miles, the sea sirens sang. The pearls there sparkled like stars, perfect ornaments for bowstring. Music flowed from Helektra's fingers like a gentle current, brushing past companions basking in the joy of honey brew.

“♫ Look, on that bright and bustling ship, how happy the humans must be. ♫”
“♫ You long for the one you saved as his voice still echoes in your soul. ♫”
“♫ Noble princess, carefree Helektra, where will you go? To the frigid northern sea, or the boundless world of men? ♫”

The drunken sirens gathered around her, curiosity swaying and curling like seaweed.
“♫ The world above is loud, the pole too cold… ♫”
She brushed a bubble and shook her head with a smile:
“♫ I'll stay where songs still carry… ♫”

But soon, a horn of warning echoes from the deep, cutting the revelry short.
The sirens followed Helektra into the depths, as the Queen of the Ocean addressed her people…

“♫ Dark tides will taint our crystal currents, so we shall summon the sacred waves, draw the filth into he Grand Chalice, until Strife shines back against the tide… ♫”
“♫ Children of the sea, have you chosen your course? When the black tide recedes, go to Styxia. There, people on land will raise their glasses in your honor! ♫”

Day after day, Helektra led the sirens through the darkening sea, washing away the corrupted undercurrents.

“♫ Don't give up, my friends, not until we've drowned ourselves in triumph. ♫”
“♫ Don't forget, my friends, we'll swim toward the distant place. ♫”
“♫ Onward, my friends, vibrant hope is stirring the air. ♫”

And day after day, Helektra sang. As a Titankin, she knew guarding these waters was the fate written into her very soul…

Helektra dove into the abyss, her song fading until it became the lone light left in the dark ocean.