"Our island was almost within reach." Standing on the deck of the flagship and gazing at the thick fog ahead, the Elven commander in charge of this battle sighed. Then, he gave orders to the Elves standing around him.
"Go make your preparations. Once we pass through this fogbound stretch, we'll reach our island. Remember, when you carry the wounded ashore, be extra careful. It rained on the island a few days ago, and part of the road up from the harbor is slippery. Don't let the wounded get hurt a second time."
"Yes, Commander. We'll be careful," the uninjured Elves hurriedly replied.
Those Elves who had not been injured had taken on the task of keeping watch over the surroundings. Apart from the Elves tending to the wounded, nearly all the uninjured Elves stood on deck. Inside the cabins, wounded Elves from the battle lay or sat everywhere.
The Human Allied Forces had suffered grievous casualties in this battle, but the Elves had also sustained no small losses.
Although none of these injured Elves were in danger of dying, and their wounds had temporarily been brought under control with the finest potions, Elven constitutions were still somewhat different from those of humans.
After suffering severe injuries, they not only needed divine healing, but also needed to recuperate in a natural environment in order to recover properly.
That was why the Elven commander had decided to bring them back swiftly: so these wounded Elves could receive better care.
Fewer than a hundred Elven warships sped across the sea through the dense fog.
Because they were extremely familiar with the geography of these waters, even though fog swirled all around them and nothing could be seen beyond a short distance, greatly obstructing the Elves' sight, the Elves steering the ships remained