(MEANWHILE)
(Yesh's POV)
I was sat on chair at the edge of the deck next to Pavlo, my fisherman friend that I made after descending to ear- I mean… Myzran. Still getting used to that.
Pavlo stood up and stretched, "I'm gonna go grab a brew. You want one?"
"Yeah, sure." I replied thankfully as I continued staring out into the ocean as I held my rod, waiting for something to bite.
As Pavlo headed below deck to go and grab us a couple of bottles of alcohol, I suddenly felt a disturbance, a major one.
"Hmm…" I squinted my eyes. I'd been feeling like something was wrong for the past couple of days now, and now, it suddenly got a lot worse.
'Ughh. I really don't want to do this. I came down here to ignore shit like this! … Fine, I guess I have no choi- Wait what?'
Before I could finish that thought, I suddenly burst into tens of thousands of motes of light whereupon I then promptly vanished, as if I was never there in the first place.
(No POV)
