It's time to go back

Twenty-three days flew by. Since Xiao Hui had first noticed the change in the sky, the perpetual gloom had begun to recede.

Massive gaps in the cloud cover expanded rapidly, merging with others, allowing sunlight to gradually bathe the land.

Even the vegetation surrounding the Dark Forest was no longer so lifeless, slowly regaining its vibrancy.

During this time, the undead empire had recovered its strength to pre-war levels.

The Sea Race had gone quiet. While they periodically culled their weaker members, this recent invasion was clearly not a simple matter of population control.

Zarvox remained elusive, as if he had vanished into thin air. Logically, he couldn't have known about Garethor's arrival. Once his injuries healed, he should have returned to the Dark Forest.