The restless journey never seems to end, but the peaceful journey always ends quickly. When Zilvra and Soka opened their eyes, the small boat was already approaching Heather, arriving at the palace of the Elf City.
"I had such a pleasant sleep!" Little Soka stretched lazily, her beautiful wings spreading around. She patted her mouth with her small hand, yawned a few times, then opened her eyes wide to observe the surrounding scenery.
Zilvra rubbed her eyes, quickly moved her joints, restoring their usual agility. She asked Lynch, "How long was I asleep? It feels like it’s been a long time."
"Yes, your feeling is not wrong," Lynch said, "You have slept for five full days and nights, and just woke up as we arrived at our destination."
Zilvra furrowed her brows, nervously looking at the two banks, "Is there some strange magic here? How did I lose my vigilance?"
"Don’t worry, this is not malicious magic," Lynch explained, "From entering Salantir to the elf palace, it takes more than five days. Generally, travelers have nothing to do during this time except sitting on the boat looking at the scenery along the banks. This magic with a hypnotic effect can eliminate fatigue and avoid the tedious process in between." The mage said with a smile, "However, I once had a friend who always complained about this magic, arguing that it made him miss out on the beautiful scenery by spending five days sleeping instead of enjoying it, which is really unworthy."
"So, during this time, you didn’t enjoy sleeping like us?" Zilvra said, "You were alone on the boat, why didn’t you wake me up, so I could keep you company?"
"No, I felt that would be inappropriate," Lynch said, "I think since you were born, you probably haven’t enjoyed absolutely peaceful sleep. Seeing you and Soka able to rest so calmly, able to forget everything around and enjoy such deep sleep, how could I disturb you? Besides, I am used to traveling the world alone, a brief solitude has no impact."
"Maybe what I said wasn’t correct," Zilvra told Lynch, "You once said that after leaving that place, I should change the living habits there to adapt to the current journey. I think you should also abandon the habit of being alone, to adapt to the path of moving forward with three people."
Lynch looked at Zilvra for a long while before responding, "I think you’re right, I will gradually adapt."
"It’s so beautiful here!" Soka exclaimed joyfully, turning back to tug on the mage’s robe, "Can I go play for a while?"
"Go ahead, but don’t go far from the boat, make sure you can come back at any time. Otherwise, when we land, we will eat all the fruits meant for you!" Lynch patted the little angel’s head, "Go fly!" Follow current novᴇls on NoveIＦire.net
Soka spread her white wings and joyfully skimmed over the water, soaring into the blue sky. The river waters of Erutalon converged here into a large lake, with the emerald waters reflecting and encompassing the surrounding mountains. The once white clouds in the sky now floated at the feet of the verdant peaks, while the birds flying through the clouds now looked like schools of fish frolicking in the lake water.
Although the sun above still emitted scorching rays, it had to restrain its fierceness in front of this flawless scenery. Not a trace of restless emotion could taint this masterpiece of nature, and any being that knew how to appreciate beautiful things wouldn’t disturb the atmosphere here.
Lynch and Zilvra stood up involuntarily, trying to see farther. The lake water became a mirror, perfectly reflecting the surrounding landscape. The original scenery now became twice as beautiful, complementing each other, capturing everyone’s gaze. At this moment, the lake transformed into an ocean that embraced all things, granting those within it an infinite open heart.
And in the center of this beautiful mirror was the place that made the elves most proud—Isley·Heather, their palace, their Holy Forest. That was a white mountain, densely covered with lush trees, with endless flowers and shrubs adorning the gaps between the trees. These towering ancient woods, like the soil here, were white, yet they didn’t appear tedious or lonely: normally green leaves covered the sky above them, but when autumn arrived, it turned golden, and even when it became snowy white in winter, it wouldn’t wither, restoring its green brilliance in spring. The tree trunks were entwined with green vine plants. Yellow little flowers and bright red fruits hid beneath the winding vines, while butterflies collecting nectar and little birds foraging joyfully traversed the forest. They would never have to worry about food in this place.