"No longer confused?"
The snowstorm had disappeared without anyone noticing, and the camp in Lostwoods returned to how it was when Shard first arrived. Although they were still here, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure that had distorted time and space was gone, and they could go home.
"It's over."
Shard stood up, and the others, coming to their senses, followed suit. They all looked to the left side of the bonfire camp, where a small path appeared amidst the misty woodland—this was the road to departure.
Chloe tightly held Shard's hand and softly asked:
"Are you leaving again?"
"Yes. It's time to say goodbye again."
"I will remember this story, sir, you are a remarkable person."
The Bard was the first to express his gratitude to Shard, bowing while holding his qin.
"I will try my best to find that card again. You helped me, and I won't forget."
The brown-haired Witch said, as her beautiful apprentice repeated the sentiment twice:
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
