To Arsolo Stronghold
The once snowy lands of the northern glacial continent turned into a dark and desolate wasteland, far too different from its former glory. It seemed to have switched sides with the sky which was now bright and clear with the Morning Star's ray of light shining on Elder Flock's stressed face.
He shook his head and went down. It will take years of effort to restore the devastation that the Otherworld has wreaked upon this place.
The entire northerner army has already woken up from their long slumber. The warriors hugged each other after surviving such a dangerous ordeal.
Emilia and Eluard were stacked on one another, unconscious with blood leaking out of their mouths. Elder Flock attended to them and casted a healing spell to reduce the severity of their injuries for the time being.
Xerga approached from nearby and stood behind him.
"How okay are they?"