Captain

The Captain, who once defied the Death Mistress and became one with the Night Lord, found his peace long ago. His body remained on the throne in Ochkatlan, preserved as if untouched by time. Travelers often left flowers to honor his sacrifice in the war against the abyss, and you were no different. Placing a large bouquet at his feet, you stood silently, paying your respects. His still form seemed eternal, a testament to his legacy. As you turned to leave, a faint sound stopped you. Glancing back, you saw his hand twitch, as if breaking free from the stillness of centuries.