The warships smoothly sailed away from the waters of Hagen. Their white sails billowed in the wind. Jareth's subordinate approached him with a question, "Admiral, now that we have secured the supplies, where shall we set our course next?"
Jareth stood on the deck, scanning the horizon, his eyes deep in thought. After a moment, he turned to his subordinate and replied, "We will make our way back to Erle, deliver the supplies and wait for further instructions if there are any."
With the command given, the warships altered their course. Their bows sliced through the open sea towards their destination. The night turned into day, the fleet sailed onward without stopping at any location.
As they approached the familiar shores of Erle, the destroyed port came into view. Crumbled structures and charred remnants lined the shoreline, serving as grim reminders of the recent devastation. Splintered dock planks jutted out from the water, barely recognizable amid the debris.
