The picturesque island captured in the scenery photo appeared bleak and desolate at the break of dawn.
The smell of gunpowder and gasoline, following the explosion, was carried everywhere by the wind. The white sandy beach had been blasted into several large craters, and the entire dock had disappeared, leaving only a heap of debris.
Maple Swallow walked along with the accompanying personnel, his gaze wandering across the island. There weren't many people on the island; tourists were likely relocated to the hotel by government officials, awaiting clearance before they could go out.
He frowned and walked towards the hospital.
Trenton Smith had already received the news, aware Maple Swallow would be arriving, waiting at the hospital entrance.
