C76 A New era.

A shore. Havila.

"Brrrrrrrrrr."

The sound was swallowed by the crashing waves in distance. The horizon seemed to be swelling to the call of the reefs as the sun splattered its rays on the lips of the water. The torrent had ranged and the blueness of the sea was endangered.

From the waves of the sea, one could hear the chittering of birds in distance. The calls of the birds in the scanty forest