The sun glowed golden, casting its first light onto the deck of their ship.
Auransa: "We're heading east."
Orimo: "Why east?"
Auransa: "The compass points there—an island awaits. Turn the wheel."
Ryuki: "Got it!"
The ship slowly shifted, creaking as it cut through the waves. Ryuki's hands gripped the wheel firmly, guiding them toward the horizon.
Auransa: "Good. Keep it steady."
Orimo: "I can't wait to reach the island."
Auransa: "Hold your horses."
Ryuki: "He's right!"
Through the lingering dust and mist, the island emerged in the distance, bathed in the golden haze of the setting sun.
Auransa: "There it is… let her sail straight. We'll reach it soon enough."
{Scene shifts – Country of Roses}
The country lay in ruin. Bloodied faces, swollen and tear-streaked, gazed at the devastation wrought by the navy. Buildings lay splintered, bombs had reduced homes to ash, and the once-vibrant roses now smoldered in blackened heaps.
The golden evening light stretched across the land, a cruel contrast to the horror it illuminated. A man slammed his fists into the shattered ground, sobbing:
Man: "Forgive us! We couldn't protect Shinkourai… forgive us!"
Children clung to their mothers, smoke curling around them as petals from burnt roses drifted in the air. The once-beautiful country of roses now stood as a graveyard of innocence, a testament to the navy's so-called "absolute justice."