The setting sun has completely vanished, and the night devours the twilight. The sea stretches endlessly, and the distant contours of the South disappear into the rising darkness. From evening to night, the sounds of battle and cries have faded away, leaving only the relentless and unchanging sea wind, blowing tirelessly from east to west.
"Hoo!... Hoo hoo!..."
The eastern wind fills the sails, making them creak and sway. Two longships, scarred by battle, sway and sail swiftly towards the Western horizon.
The wind is strong, and the torch at the ship's bow, lit and sheltered by several people, struggles to keep its flame. Shadows on the ship move, bandaging each other's wounds, then silently collapse on the deck. Everyone seems like jellyfish drained of strength, quietly releasing bubbles, not even their breathing can be heard.
