An unknown amount of time passed. The treacherous, rocky coastline on the outskirts of the Broken Star Sea was gradually left behind, giving way to a relatively open, yet still scattered, expanse of inky black sea dotted with small islands and hidden reefs.
By the time the silhouettes of more, denser islands began to appear on the distant horizon, it was deep into the night.
However, one of the larger islands was strangely conspicuous against the profound darkness.
Not because of the glow of Magic or some disaster, but because of…
Lights.
An abundance of lights.
From high above, the island's bay-facing side had gentler terrain, with layers upon layers of wooden buildings and dock facilities built into the mountainside.
Right now, hundreds of windproof lanterns, torches, and even some colorful orbs of magical light were hung from masts, eaves, and between alleyways, bathing the entire settlement in light and even reflecting off the nearby sea.
