Hope

It was a whole night of battle. The sky lightened up in light purple and blue color. It was finally dawn.

But still...

The ocean was red. Wyvern carcasses floated to the shore, dying the wave red with blood. The water was full of fire, burned ships, and screams.

Ezekiel gazed to the East, to the enemy's main fleet that had just lessened the number to half. The rest that could still flee retreated. And he started to see a flock of ravens turned in his direction.

"You good, man?" Heinrich, the man who rode the black cloud platform of ravens, asked.

"Yeah," Ezekiel answered.

"You pushed them back," Heinrich said. "You did it."

"Nah, you did, man," Ezekiel chuckled. "What was that fucking nightmare?"

A dark shadow of a gigantic long creature loomed below the water's surface. Heinrich smiled. "She's Levia. I'll call her back if you're... afraid of her."

"No shit, it was terrifying. It's a fucking abomination..."

"Rude. She's cute."

They watched the sunrise.