The boat sailed steadily forward. On the sea not far off, a two - masted ship lay in wait for them.
Amid the chaos, the civilians of Arizela were evacuating in a nervous frenzy. The fire raging on the city's outskirts filled them with unease. Everyone yearned to be the first to board the ship, for only by doing so and putting distance between themselves and the port could their lives be safeguarded.
As more and more civilians flocked to the port, chaos ensued. The place was teeming with people, packed like sardines.
On a wooden platform in the port, Stavan surveyed the sea of dark - clad people below. A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
Although not on the front line, the task of maintaining order was no easy feat. Standing on the platform, Stavan bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Don't push! Stay calm! On the southern wall, Lord Limon is valiantly resisting the enemy's onslaught. We have ample time to evacuate!"
