The sky above was a deep shade of blue, dotted with white stars, while the yellow moon hung low, casting its pale light across the island below.
The chaos of battle had subsided, leaving behind a scene of somber stillness. The fires that had once raged across the island were now extinguished, thanks to the tireless efforts of the islanders and the nobles, who had masqueraded as pirates.
Yet, the aftermath was grim, with the islanders now clearing the remains of the fallen. In a distant field, flowers of every hue swayed gently as somber groups dug graves, their hands moving mechanically.
The acrid scent of smoke had dissipated, replaced by the faint odor of blood still clinging to the soil. Shattered wood, splintered planks, broken pottery, and other remnants of destroyed homes littered the landscape.
