Several days had passed since the duel.
The morning of their departure arrived with the soft glow of silver lanterns casting long shadows across the stone paths of the Dark Elf village.
The villagers had gathered at the edge of the settlement, their yellow eyes watching the group prepare for their journey. Azrynn stood with a pack slung over her shoulder, her bow resting against her back, her yellow eyes scanning the faces of her people one last time.
The Elder stood at the forefront, his weathered hands resting on his staff, his voice carrying the weight of centuries.
"May the shadows guide your steps, and may the light of the surface world welcome you with open arms. Travel safely and remember—you are always welcome here."
Adam bowed his head slightly, a genuine smile crossing his face. "Thank you, Elder. Your hospitality, your wisdom... and your gifts. I won't forget what you've done for us."
