The rain had taken away the bite of the fires, rending what was left of the blazing inferno to embers that kindled under the shelter of collapsed roofs. It had washed away most of the remaining blood and debris, funneling back down into the ocean and staining the water a muddy grey. Even through the pelting rain, the strong stench of smouldering wood and charcoal perforated the air. The blighted militia had moved on, heading forward through the deep wood to reach the Haven, burning ...