Sigurd entered the strange vortex after she implanted the information in his mind. When he returned to the village, the atmosphere felt warm and welcoming. From the moment Sigurd left the palace and became a slave, he couldn't remember the last time he felt this way.
The elves greeted him the moment he appeared, and none of them seemed to reject his presence. His gaze fell upon the beautiful grove of trees, which had magical colours created from pure mana and magic.
'A red tree that emits heat. Then a blue tree that is cool to the touch.'
Sigurd walked through the village with less haste than when he arrived. His transformation and awakening improved his memory, allowing him to remember the places he had visited.
"My stupid apprentice, why are you standing in the middle of the village watching those stupid elves dancing?"