The bright sunlight poured down from above the clouds, its warmth soothing the city ravaged by tides, like tranquility and beauty after a disaster, where green shoots grew once more beneath the charred black wood.
After three days of emergency repairs, Free Port had gradually restored order. However, on those chaotic streets, there were still many areas with stagnant water, and the floating corpses of numerous rats on the surface, resembling a swarm of black insects. The intense sun mixed with the stench of fish to form an unbearable odor of decay.
Mosquitoes and flies danced over the water's surface, and large patches of fungus grew on the damp wooden planks, spreading like some kind of plague. Even people's bodies were covered in similar sores, with the delicate branches of fungi swaying in the wind like hair.
