…Sunny waited for a moment, then slowly straightened and looked around.
The Chain Breaker was laying on white sand, tilted awkwardly. It had shattered the side of a black cliff and was now leaning on it, which prevented the ship from turning over. They had gotten lucky despite the blind landing.
The fog was still there, obscuring the world, but it had become less thick. Sunny could make out the figure of Saint standing still on the bow of the grounded vessel, as well as more cliffs rising high above them. It seemed that Nephis had guided the Chain Breaker to a small sand beach at the very edge of the island.
Neph herself was leaning heavily on the steering oars, drained of essence. Sunny grimaced.
'It was inevitable, but we should be careful not to receive any serious wounds. She won't be able to heal us any time soon.'
Nephis, meanwhile, had already regained her composure.
"I'm fine. I can still put up a fight."
