The dawn at the horizon had only just torn through the darkness when Ang woke from sleep.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the camp was still shrouded in tranquility. The occasional neigh of horses and crash of waves wove together into a quiet melody.
Most of the soldiers were still lost in their dreams. Ang did not disturb them rashly and instead chose to head to the shore alone.
The sea breeze carried a salty dampness as it rushed toward him. Ang found a protruding reef to sit on, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.
During meditation, the activity of the Archipelago Plane's elements became increasingly apparent. Nearly every element seemed to surround him, with water elements especially prominent.
Ang sensed faint moisture swirling through the air and could even hear their soft breaths.
As he meditated, his body seemed to merge into this sea of elements, his own aura blending with their pulse.
As the sun gradually rose in the east, the surrounding elements slowly quieted, as though they too sensed the changes taking place on this land.
Ang slowly opened his eyes. Morning light spread across the earth, and the island's scenery gradually became clear before him.
He stood and looked around. The soldiers had already begun busily constructing the barracks according to yesterday's plans, working in an orderly fashion.
Quintina had already prepared breakfast. Ang took a few simple bites before throwing himself into the day's work.
After all, the island's infrastructure had only just begun. They still had to put in much more effort over the next few days.
"Today, we'll finish building the mess hall first," Ang commanded loudly.
The soldiers immediately got to work. Though they were exhausted from the voyage, seeing their commander so focused gradually raised their