The door to the lab creaked open.
Xion stepped out carrying the weight of a large bag hanging at his shoulders. It was packed with potions, scrolls, and tools he carefully selected.
The cool morning breeze brushed past him like a greeting, tugging lightly at the hem of his new white shirt.
For a moment, he could only stand there, taking in the sight quietly.
The valley stretching before him was the same battleground where orcs and humans had fought to the death just hours ago. And now, it was bathed in a soft golden hue as if the previous destruction was just an illusion.
The sun had barely risen, still nestled low on the horizon like a shy guest peeking through the curtains of the world. Light spilled over the treetops in warm, gentle waves, brushing the sky with hues of lavender, peach, and blush-pink.
It was beautiful. No, it was breathtaking.
