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     UNFORESEEN  BERSERKER  OF  THE  WATER  TRIBE.

The ground trembled beneath her feet as Noise stumbled her way through the crumbling estate, unaware that this was only a dream. In the abandoned hallways was the evidence of a massacre – bodies lay scattered about, too still to be saved. In her world this event would come to be known as the Tragedy of Sablier, where a mad lord had ordered the slaughter of innocents as his city began to sink into the abyss.

Instead of running for cover, Noise was walking towards the carnage. Fixated on something. She latched onto the arm of the first person she saw who was alive and moving.

“Have you seen him?! Have you seen Vincent?” 

She tried not to get near the ponds. The frogs made for good food, but it wasn’t worth trying to fight with them. It made too much of a mess, and she could just find them when it started raining again. So, Willow made it a point to give those areas some reasonable space. 

Nevertheless, a figure too tall to be a fish or merm made her pause, staring with wide eyes, half crouched and bristling with her spear.