Onor walked onto the beach, the Knight Commander standing on Portsmouth Beach felt like he was dreaming. Based on intelligence and the elves' testimonies, from their isolated island to here took about two months westward, whereas to Malin, it was just the distance of a long-range precise teleportation channel.
"Look at this world, Onor, my old friend." Emil walked beside Onor, gazing at the fleet stranded by the sea, "Before the Great Catastrophe, our predecessors conquered the seas, the mountains, and even the gravity that once bound us."
"But because of the madmen and zealots among them, everything was destroyed." Onor said, the anger in his heart could only turn into a long sigh at last.
"Onor, Emil, let's get to the camp." Over there, big cat Konsair waved at them.
Onor waved back to his cat-church friend, "Let's go, Emil. It's useless to lament over those broken ships here, let's head to the camp and rest for a bit."
