He had ventured far and wide for a trip to the cliffs over Astera. The location was secluded and a base of sight for Eternal Nightmare. Far from the port and piers, the mountain side was a flat and damp from crashing waves.
Erebus stood there, somewhere to between conscious of his surroundings and mistakably skeptical about everything on his mind as per usual. It was about time for a new disguise, he thought casually as he removed his cloak and helmet. Reaching to clench his dagger at the waist, the ex-rogue stared at it with concern. It was not enough to save him... but at least it could still help. Erebus hopped on his left foot like a springboard and began fencing as ‘training.’
Recently however, new dreams and concepts had come to him. Perhaps that decade in the abyss brought back some untapped potential. For that to be know however Erebus would seek out the elements themselves. None had influenced the growing mana he found in his body, as speculative of the other three elements. So now, try Water, he decided with forethought.
Being near the Ocean would generate plenty of ‘source’ material to attempt the impossible. That was the theory anyways.