The sea was calm, a stark contrast to the tempest they had faced just hours before. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the deck as Elara leaned on the ship's railing, her gaze fixed on the receding Isle of Winds. The once-foreboding island now seemed peaceful, almost serene, bathed in the golden light of dawn. The mist that had shrouded it was gone, revealing the jagged cliffs and rocky shores in stark clarity.