The procession halted where the restored Long Road met the silver mist.
Thousands of travelers stood in perfect silence.
None carried weapons.
None wore armor.
Instead, each held a small pack, a walking staff, and a journal bound in pale blue leather.
They looked less like conquerors...
...and more like pilgrims.
Captain Elian stepped forward.
"You crossed the edge of the Infinite Frontier?"
An elderly woman at the head of the procession smiled.
"We crossed it long ago."
"We have only now found the way back."
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She introduced herself as Sarya.
Her hair was braided with thin strands of silver thread, each tied to a tiny glass bead.
Luma noticed that every bead contained a moving landscape.
Mountains.
Forests.
Oceans.
Entire worlds.
Sarya saw her curiosity.
"We carry a
