Drowning in the Mariana's Trench
02 Oct 2015
The moment Sun Wukong walked- well, jumped, really- off the boat and breathed in the sweet Mistralian air, he knew he was home. Tightening the grip on his heavy backpack, full of things he'd need immediately and couldn't wait two weeks to have, like the rest of his belongings, he skillfully navigated his way through the bustling docks of Recall, full of people wishing good byes and happily greeting their loved ones.
- Part 1 of Drowning in the Mariana's Trench