The glowing fins slowly folded back in as the ship descended toward the island, skimming over the calm sea like a falling feather. The protective dome faded out, and the vessel landed softly near the beach, its wooden hull groaning but intact.
The guards jumped down first, checking the area for danger. It was quiet. No signs of humans or beasts—only chirping insects and the sound of distant waves.
The surrounding land on the edge of the sea was filled with sand and pebbles. It was only tens of meters away from the sea that the green plantations could be seen.
It was from the constant flow of the water that even if some plant wanted to grow in the sandy area, it would be swept away from the sheer force of the tide, but then again, the sand on the edge barely had any nutrients to grow a plant.
The island was dense with trees and not small at all.
