Saga of Atlantis

60  Kraken's Domain 1

'Ahhh, some much-needed freedom,'

I reflected as I arrived at Martinis City's bustling port.

A powerful storm of thoughts swirled in my mind as the sun dipped low on the horizon, its warm embrace coloring the sky in flaming hues.

Four months of intense training had brought me to this point, and Sylvia had allowed me the valuable permission to move on my own, but only after she provided a lifeline of life-saving items. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The city had been my home for nearly five months, but today marked the day to do the task for which I arrived in this city.

I took that first step with steadfast conviction, leaving the noise of the city's commotion behind as I made my way towards the lively port.

The harbor was alive with the sounds of seagulls, sailors' cheerful conversation, and the rhythmic creaking of ships tied to their moorings.

 In the midst of this marine ballet, I cast a critical eye over the various vessels. My attention was drawn, however, to an unassuming little establishment that provided boat rentals.

There, I came face-to-face with the owner, Captain Verner, a seasoned mariner and merchant. He cast a glance at me, wiping his worn hands on a cloth, and inquired, "Looking for a boat, are you?"

I nodded firmly. "Aye, captain, I need a boat."

The captain gave me an odd look for a while before delivering a gruff gesture of approval. "All right.How about this?" He motioned toward a sailing yacht that appeared to be a popular choice among port visitors. It was a vessel that was neither too huge nor too small to accommodate up to five passengers.

My heart plummeted; however, when I understood the catch, it was manual. I'd be the one doing the pedaling.

I scanned the area, my gaze flitting between vessels. Then I noticed it: a boat that stood out from the crowd. It was an autonomous fucking boat with a powerful motor at the stern.

 The name "Aurora" was artistically painted over the side of the boat, giving it the appearance of a regal princess among plain peasants.

"How much for that one?" I inquired, my finger eagerly pointing to the lovely vase.

Captain Verner's remark was melancholy: "Ahhh, that ship won't sail." He followed my finger to the boat, his words tinged with sadness.

'But that's a boat, and why are you fucking sad?'

I thought to myself but did not express my concern.

"Can I get something like that?" I redirected the conversation, attempting to find an acceptable substitute.

"You mean a mana boat?Well, of course we have more than one, he said as he glanced at me.

He led me to another boat that was identical in design to the previous one but slightly smaller. I checked it over and found nothing wrong with it, so I swiftly paid the rent. I launched the boat from the bustling harbor, filled with excitement.

 I stood at the stern, watching as the city I'd come to appreciate faded into the distance. It was a bittersweet experience, leaving comfort behind and venturing into the unknown.

The boat sailed over the glittering seas with a lovely sway beneath my feet. My excitement grew with each passing minute.

I found myself standing boldly on the captain's deck, ready to take command of the ship. To my surprise, the boat was a breeze to run, far from the intimidating endeavor I had anticipated.

All I had to do was juggle the gears and control the ship, and I was the master in no time.

"Why did he just hand me the boat without even checking if I knew how to use it or not?" As I steered the boat eastward, away from the city's shoreline, I considered this.

However,  that was not my most pressing concern; after all, I didn't plan to sail this vessel daily.

With a sense of curiosity, I spoke out loud, "Edda, show me my stats."

[Ok]

A quick response came from Edda, and a holographic screen flickered to life right before me.

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Name: Eden Morton

Experience Points (XP): 33,845

Gold Coins: 190

Health Points (HP): 150/150

[Status]

Mage Path: Origin Level 3

Mana Art's:  Void Breathing

Mana Points (MP): 300/300

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Knight Path: Origin Level 3

Aura Art's: Eclipsing Void.

Strength: 310

Agility: 315

Defense: 330

Endurance: 335]

[Hidden Status:

Luck: 9

Charm: 35

Charisma: 10 (locked)

Bloodline:

●"????"

●"Phonecia's Bloodline"

[Affinities: fire, water, wind, earth, space-time].

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"This should suffice for the lower levels of the dungeon," I thought to myself, enjoying the rush of wind across my face.

According to my knowledge from the game, Kraken's Domain was said to be concealed near an abandoned island, a region secluded from the rest of the world.

 It was the ideal setting for a dungeon, wrapped in an eerie, menacing aura that discouraged anybody who dared to approach too closely.

After hours of searching, I eventually found the illusive position of the island. The boat glided gracefully toward the island as it approached the horizon. My heart was racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

The boat was moored in a quiet, secluded bay, away from prying eyes. I stepped off the boat, a sense of isolation sweeping over me.

 I took some time to admire the deep greenery that covered the island and kept its secrets hidden. I lowered my guard as the wind whispered through the trees, and the air was thick with foreboding, verifying there was no human around.

"Finally!" I shouted out loud, my voice ringing across the tranquil island. I took off his hood and shirt and threw them into my inventory.

I felt a burning urge to unleash the power of my Phoenicia bloodline for what seemed like an eternity. Since my days on Earth, the concept has piqued my interest.

However, I had been suffocated inside the constraints of the bustling city and even the forest, unable to fully explore this amazing ability. But I can finally extend my wings here, on this isolated island.

"Wings of the Phoenix," I said excitedly, and the Mana within me surged in answer to my command. As a pair of elegant, blazing wings erupted from my back, a transformational spectacle unfurled before my eyes.

Their powerful flames produced a warm, crimson glow that portrayed the emptiness of the island.

"Hah... Here I go," I mumbled, and with newfound exhilaration, I took a running start, throwing myself into the broad sky. As I boarded my first flight, it seemed unreal.

The sensation of soaring above the abandoned island was nothing short of magical. I could see the entire island, its abandoned ruins, and the weird atmosphere that emanated from the center.

"Hahahaha, this is freedom!" My voice carried into the air as I easily hovered and turned in mid-flight, and I couldn't help but laugh.

 My wings' flames left a beautiful trail of flaming light, and in that moment, I realized what it actually meant to soar like a bird, free and unburdened by earth's limits.

I knew it was time to descend when I felt my mana reserves were running low after a few exhilarating minutes of flight.

 The flames behind me stopped dancing in the sky with precision and a subtle flicker of control.

"I wanted to fly more," I muttered with a tinge of regret, casting a wistful gaze at the sky above. Yet, I knew I couldn't dally too much.

With a deep breath, I leaped into the sea, plunging into the depths where I felt the most significant disruption in space and mana. This was the telltale sign—the indicator of the entrance to Kraken's Domain, hidden right beneath the island.

My mana acted as my sense when I activated "mana sense"; it was my senses beneath the waves. I could see with incredible clarity even in the murky depths, and as I focused on the spatial distortion, my space affinity became a directing force.

 Slowly, the entrance to the Kraken's Domain appeared—a massive portal with an unsettling, foreboding aura. Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!

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