End of the Fantastical Journey

As the ship approached the shore, a group of apprentices climbed up to the deck. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and waves crashed onto the beach as two slender figures approached from the forest in the distance.

"This is the Yala Continent? How beautiful!"

"They're coming, are those elves?"

"Should we greet them?"

No longer being the center of attention left Leves feeling very annoyed. "What's the big deal? So what if they're a bit pretty?"

No one bothered to acknowledge him, as they all turned their attention downward. Everyone was curious about the long-lived race of legends, the so-called favored species of gods. Even Bohr's squad of three had edged to the front in an attempt to get a look!