Deign
The thundercloud finally descended after spending a few more hours over the raging sea post Allora accomplishing what she had intended.
The twenty-eight experts found themselves on a small, familiar island once again, one devoid of any living being for as far as the eye could see. But that didn't mean there was none on the whole.
No high land contours sprang from the ground. Instead, the flat ground was livid with various assortments of vegetation, most of them keenly rising up so high, one would have thought they were in a contest to taste the sunlight first. This was mostly true for the thick forest near the other end of the island.
Brooks and streams that fed into one, small lake could be spotted from most places around, and they all boldly declared their clarity with shimmering glares over their colourless, moving bodies.