Book 6: Chapter 3
The morning sun flooded the island with many colors.
Its shadows seemed inkier in contrast.
The faces of boulders and the forests glowed white with light. Darkness stretched out behind them. The rays that passed through the tree branches fanned across the ground like white arrows.
“Has the storm passed?” Wein murmured, holding up his hand against the light streaming from the window of his room.
They were in a house in the forest, built in a hollow that couldn’t be seen from the ocean—a proper hideout.
They had arrived there in the dead of night. Just as Felite had predicted, a storm had turned the sea into thrashing waves. They’d reached this island just as things were taking a turn for the worse.
They’d concealed the boat in the shadow of a boulder and set forth until they found this house. After determining this was Felite’s hideout, the group had spent the rest of the night holed up in here.
“Well, then…”
Wein rose from the bed, stretching his limbs gently. No issues there. He left the room and met a soldier patrolling the hallway.