The sun poured its golden rays over the land, undisturbed by a single cloud, as a gentle breeze danced through the trees of Varethia. It was a beautiful, cloudless afternoon—one that brought a rare serenity to the often-watchful province.
Elder Jacob, weary yet resolute, finally returned home. His boots were dust-covered from the long journey, and his eyes—though heavy—still carried a spark of purpose. As he approached the heart of Varethia, Elder Magnus caught sight of him and hurried forward, a warm smile lighting his face.
“Elder Jacob!” Magnus called out, arms open in welcome. “At last. Praise be to the Moon! You’ve returned safely.”
They embraced briefly in the customary greeting of their rank, and Magnus wasted no time. “Tell me—how was your journey to Moon Castle? Have the myster
