The river wound through the barren plane like a silver snake, the only sign of life in the dreary land. A gentle current rippled its surface like scales.

Tonight, its quiet, flowing gurgle was disrupted.

At one end, a young man was frantically propelling himself along its length with his water resonant power. He had a head of hair as silver as the river, and below it was a handsome face, taut with tension.

Behind him, a rampaging monster was charging at him, splintering the trees in its way like they were matchsticks.

It was never a fun business to be chased down by a Heavenly...