A chilly wind blew as the sun sat, radiating the plane in a golden-red afterglow. Lyra paddled her small boat as her cousin prepared for today's incoming survival quest today.
The quest grew difficult as they succeeded in it, but the island seemed still that far even after all the success.
It has been fifteen days since the two of them survived in the sea. Their suit that eliminates the corruption to get to their skin was already on the way of getting damaged, yet so far they were still a few days away from getting to the island.
Her friend and also cousin Kiara opened her eyes, finishing her daily practice of mana application. Kiara was a fine elf, a couple of years older than her, however, that's barely any age for an elf who could centuries without any issues.
"Lyra," Kiara said, "stop paddling. I think we'll need to discuss today's activities now. It didn't seem like it would be easy this time around."
