Sally's tail slapped lightly against the waves as the final repairs were completed. The air was thick with unease, the monstrous echoes of their battles on the Blasted Heath still lingering in their minds. Roars of dying beasts, the crackling of magical energy tearing through stone, and the guttural cries of an ancient civilization left behind haunted their silence. Seisyll oversaw the final adjustments to Sally's tail with her usual precision, her sharp eyes scanning every knot, every tightened strap.
The others busied themselves with last-minute preparations, but the atmosphere was heavy.
Before departing, Emmett and Aleks worked on the shore, gathering resources from the desolate terrain. The dark sand glittered ominously as it filled three barrels, whispering of the land's unnatural transformation.
