East Coast, the only dock.
The Night Elves hid within the distant swamp forest, watching humanity's bustle closely.
"These humans are becoming more and more reckless. They were just targeted by the master of the deep sea, yet they still want to set sail again so soon?" The Night Elves were like beasts, but they could communicate. It was simply that every Night Elf kept a certain distance from the others; there were no "nobles" among them.
"Once their ships return, we'll plunder them. There must be something aboard that can ensure the continuation of our race."
"They wiped out a tribe not long ago."
"So what? This is Gloomy Forest, the territory of the night. Don't forget that the nights of Gloomy Forest are our hunting grounds." At that moment, beneath the night sky, the Night Elves vanished soundlessly into the darkness after their brief exchange. Cold blades crossed for an instant. They, too, had bloody struggles within their own kind, but their shared enemy—humanity—had redirected the conflict elsewhere.
Supplies continued to pile up at the dock. They had originally been scarce, but now that Ryan and Kraken had reached an agreement, with no other concerns remaining, batches of supplies naturally began arriving. The supplies left at the dock were also loaded aboard the ships, awaiting their departure at dawn tomorrow. "It'll be great once the Frozen River thaws. Then supplies can be transported by water, and we won't have to keep eating these dry flatbreads." "We'll be able to drink water whenever we want, too. Damn it, who would've thought the trees in Gloomy Forest didn't even have moisture? The swamp water is full of bugs." "Luckily, we don't have to enter the forest. Still, those Night Elves probably won't come again, right?"
As the tense atmosphere eased,