Farewell To A Home

[A Week Later]

"Haaa…"

A week of intense training had gone by, each day melting into the next in a constant routine of meditation, physical exercise, magical practice, and the persistent absorption of knowledge about the new world I was now a part of. 

My body had been pushed to its limits, yet I felt invigorated rather than exhausted. My magic felt stronger, more attuned, and my mind clearer than ever before. 

The sun had already dipped below the horizon, surrendering the world to the stars, when I finally opened my eyes and stepped out of my tent. 

The chill of the night air was a welcome change from the warmth of the day. 

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves and played with my hair, carrying the faint scent of roasting meat and the mellow undertones of a bonfire.

I turned my gaze to see Gobtia approaching me, her small goblin face lit by the flickering fire behind her.