Back to the present.
Several days had passed since Amon and the others had deactivated the towers and got free from that place.
Currently, Amon sat under a black tree, looking at the beach and the beautiful sea.
The waves rolled gently toward the shore. The wind was stronger here, cool and refreshing.
He was thinking about their situation and how they would return home.
Scarlett had already informed her father about everyone. He had sent a huge ship to the island that could carry more than 300 people.
Amon had also recovered now. He could walk and run without any problem.
Everyone was preparing to leave this place, packing whatever they could carry.
According to Scarlett, the ship would take everyone from here and stop at Concord Isle.
An island where there was a port that worked as a neutral ground for ships of all races. Anyone could dock their ships there in case of emergency, with demons being the only exception. They were not allowed.
