There was an unusual silence between the two as Emma and William traveled back to the academy aboard the aether rail.
A few more people occupied the cabin, most of them slumped in their seats, too exhausted to talk. They were members of the working staff responsible for monitoring the island.
The infamous Gahtua Island.
An island that had once been suffocated by the presence of hell's residents was finally liberated from the dark chains of corruption. For the first time in what felt like ages, the people living around the island could see sunlight without fear. The air no longer carried the foul stench of Nyx.
Because of that, the soldiers, officials, and management staff assigned to oversee the region were finally released from the relentless pressure of their duties.
Even so, a strong line of defense still surrounded the island.
It was a precaution.
