"So, this is the best we could do, huh?" John monologued as he looked at the garden. In the daylight, the true extent of the damage became visible. About a quarter of the floating island lay in ruin. The majority of the damage affected the garden, large parts of which was now a mostly dried field of upturned dirt. The destroyed plants had been up-rooted and piled up elsewhere to be removed later today.
The rest of the damage affected the numerous grass areas, which had turned into even more swamps. The island's magical systems in combination with Salamander and Undine's draining efforts had left those in a relatively fine state though. One summer, and it would all look the same.
All in all, the damage had been kept to non-important greenery. The gate connecting the island to real-space was still standing, and the damage the hundreds of litres of water had done to the surface below was negligible thanks to the perks of magical architecture.
