Unbound

Yari clutched the pole, his hands bloody from a long day of navigating the Poison Fields. His other hand clung the side of their flatboat as they were tossed by surging, poisonous waves. In the distance, serpents did battle with a monster.

Monsters fighting abominations. We’re doomed.

Someone screamed. A clawed hand latched onto the side of the boat, pulling itself up into the midst of the other prisoners as they scurried away from it.

"No, not all on the same side," Yari warned. "We'll tip over!"

The creature clambered nimbly over the edge of the flatboat, and he found himself staring into the glowing eyes of a horrifying armored skeleton. It…waved at him.

"Hello there. We are saving you. Please keep your hands and legs inside the flatboat at all times."

"What?"

More hands showed up at the back, and a large, thrashing fish bumped against the pole, knocking it out of his bloodied grip.

"Don't be afraid. We are the Risen, and you are safe."