As the battle raged, a single boat could be seen slowly making its way towards the destroyed port of Orindoth. On the ship, the leaders of the Order were standing and watching the chaos surrounding them, Elder Azure stood at the helm, and his eyes reflected no emotion.
It was cold, pure blue eyes that did not even look at the burning ships, and he did not flinch at the ear-piercing screams of the men. His gaze was fixed on one thing and one thing only, the castle that towered over the port city.
The dirty white limestone color of the castle contrasted with the burning flames and destruction that was laid out before it. The port was already up in flames, and various buildings in the city had already been raided and destroyed.
