Whether the ship had drifted here by accident or arrived with purpose was irrelevant.
'Isn't it wrong to harm an innocent soul?' someone might ask.
But how could one who dared disturb Radiance's sacred slumber be considered innocent?
With that thought, Agrippa bowed his head in prayer, his fanatic devotion clouding all else.
His voice, quiet yet fervent, echoed through the hallowed hall:
"O Radiance, your rest is disturbed.
They know not your providence and, blinded by greed, dare to set foot on this holy ground.
O Light, guide us.
O Flame, consume your enemies.
O Radiance, eternally brilliant, let your judgment fall upon them."
But even as he prayed, the ship crossed the shoreline.
On that ship stood Drake, stroking his chin as he gazed at the approaching island.
A legend passed among seafarers had drawn him here.
"To the west, there is said to be a mysterious island that appears only when storms rage.
