The Last Tide

In MONTHLY PROMPT ・ By meiniann

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The sky above the ocean was breaking.

A tremor rippled through the waters, turning their gentle shimmer into a violent pulse. Shadows coiled and twisted within the depths, a darkness older than memory, restless and hungry for light.

The False Whale is rising.

It broke the surface with a sound that tore through the realm like thunder. A chorus of anguished cries followed, the voices of countless corrupted souls fused together shaping a monstrous form. Its body shimmered with black ink and fractured glass, its shape half-fluid, half-solid. Each movement smeared darkness across the sky.

And at the frontlines of the storm stood two Stelciars. Mysie hovered just above the trembling sea and next to her, Pun Hmorg darted through the air.

“Well!” Pun Hmorg shouted over the roaring waves, “That is definitely not your average Void!"

Mysie’s eyes widened as she watched the False Whale twist, “No kidding! That thing’s made of hundreds of them! Maybe even thousands!"

The False Whale’s maw opened, and the air warped. Its voice came as a thousand echoes at once. Some pleading, some enraged, all desperate.

The cry rippled through the ocean, bending the light around it. The Phosrays down below dimmed in terror, as they began to retreat to shore with a help of a some Stelciars.

Pun steadied himself in the air, squinting through the void storms. “Mysie, if we don’t stop it here, it’ll devour the whole Eastern Continent!"

Mysie nodded, forcing her fear down. She could feel the agony radiating from the False Whale—each corrupted soul thrashing within its body, unwilling to let go of the world they had lost. Her heart ached, but the fires from her wings and tail flared.

“Then we stop it together! Right here and now!”

Pun smirked, “I was hoping you’d say that!"

With a burst of light, the two Stelciars soared upward, slicing through the thick black mist. The False Whale screamed and twisted its enormous body towards them. Waves of corrupted energy surged upward, taking the form of tendrils and jaws that snapped at them midair.

Mysie rolled aside as one tendril nearly grazed her, its touch leaving trails of decay in the air. She retaliated with a sweep of her wings, releasing a burst of violet radiance that severed the shadow limb. The severed mass dissolved into shrieks before fading into light dust.

“You’re getting better at that!” Pun Hmorg called, flipping upside down as he launched a barrage of radiant spears from his tails. They struck the False

Whale’s flank, piercing through the ink-flesh in explosions of violet and indigo fire. The creature roared with a sound strong enough to shake the stars from the sky.

“You could help instead of complimenting!” Mysie shouted, dodging another wave of attack.

“I am helping! I’m distracting it so you can do your fancy fight moves!”

“Pun!"

The False Whale dove back into the ocean, vanishing beneath the dark water. The waves swelled, higher and higher, until the sea itself rose against them. Then, with a crack of thunder, the creature erupted upwards again, a tower of darkness crowned in shattered light. The impact sent shockwaves across their sorrundings.

Mysie was thrown aback by the attack. She coughed, her vision swimming with black fog. Through the haze, she saw Pun Hmorg darting ahead like a reckless lightning, with fire cutting through the black fog.

He plunged toward the False Whale’s head and shouted over the roar, “Hey, oversized guppy! You want light? Come and get mine!"

He flared every ounce of energy he had. The glow was blinding—a radiant indigo that split the black sky in two. The False Whale reacted instantly, turning its colossal head towards Pun Hmorg. Its maw opened again, sucking everything around it. Light, sound, maybe even life itself.

“Pun!” Mysie screamed.

She dove. The pull of the False Whale’s hunger dragged her backwards once again, but she fought it with strained wings and eyes blazing with both fury and determination.

She summoned her fire—from every spark of hope she had ever carried—and let it burst from her body. The radiance wasn’t gentle now. It was cleansing, fierce in its mercy and tore through the black tides, unraveling the voids that tried to bind her.

The False Whale recoiled, its body shrieking as the corruption burned away. The faces of the corrupted souls twisted, their forms fracturing—not freed, but finally released from the endless torment that bound them together. The False Whale’s cry shattered the sky, a roar of rage and defiance that cracked into silence.

Pun Hmorg surged upwards next to her, fire flared as he offered his paw to her—a steadying spark amidst the chaos.

“We work together!” he said, “Let's end this now!”

Mysie nodded. Their fires intertwined—violet and indigo spiraled together, unstoppable. The beam cut through the False Whale’s chest, piercing its heart of ink and shadow. The explosion was silent, but it split the night open, flooding the ocean with pure radiance.

The False Whale convulsed. Its massive form ruptured, breaking apart into torrents of fog and ash. The corrupted mass dissolved, scattering into the sea like dust before a rising sun. The darkness didn’t fade. It evaporated, burned clean out of existence until only still water remained.

When the light dimmed, Mysie and Pun hovered over the quiet sea. The stars had returned, glimmering faintly in the rippling surface. The False Whale is now gone.

Mysie’s breath came ragged, her wings trembling, “That...was close.”

Pun laughed, his glow flickering but steady, “You kidding? That was incredible! We just erased a cosmic nightmare!”

Mysie giggled weakly, “You also nearly got eaten, you know that?”

“Maybe, but hey. I'm still here!” Pun Hmorg bumps himself to her in a teasing manner, “Also because you were there to help, that's why!”

Mysie only chuckled under her breath, “That's what friends for,”

As the two hovered in the calm after the storm, the ocean below them shimmered faintly in serenity. The last remnants of the Void sank into the depths, leaving behind only a faint luminescent current that whispered of renewal.