Pathfinder
No Angel
;350;Gym Leader Number 3;350;
A gentle breeze runs through your skin.
Challenger, welcome to my seas.
Here you will either float yourself to a
soothing victory, or drown in your own shame.
From a young age the sea whispered it's voice to me, calling me
like a siren's song. Since then I have remained in awe at the calm flow of
the waves.
The seas are a place of peace and serenity, yet in the moment of battle,
the waves come crashing down in the midst of storms.
As you approach the seas the storms will unleash themselves on you. One by one,
you will be tested under these harsh conditions.
Think you can handle the beauty of the seas? I'm not here to lose.
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