Other World 6

Third Person's POV

As the sun rose, the young lad was ready to continue his exploration. There used to be hopelessness in their village, but now it is life as the people in the village go on with their routine. The villagers went here and there and repaired the damages caused by the bandits, their faces were full of joy, and everyone was looking forward to a better future.

The young lad stood in front of the village, now dressed in his coarse, light gray cloak, gazing out over the fields that had already begun to recover. The atmosphere was cool and fresh, like the smell of fertile soil, and the wind carried the fragrance of spring flowers. His chest filled with pride and what he could only assume was a sense of homesickness; he'd grown rather fond of these people, but his work was far from done.