"That was a wonderful place, despite all the annoying things that could happen there. At least, it was much better than here..." Enzo reminisced.
Freya listened quietly, but she was somewhat puzzled.
She spoke up, "Such a place doesn't exist in the barren mountain region. I haven't been to other areas, but nowhere matches what you describe. Everyone there had enough to eat, and wore colorful clothes. How is that possible?"
Enzo smiled faintly without arguing.
In this world, despite the existence of incredible supernatural powers, societal development, in Enzo's eyes, was extremely primitive.
It was a pity, he couldn't go back.
Enzo sighed, turning to Freya. "What about you?"
It was a common courtesy, but Freya fell silent once again.
Enzo noticed for the first time that this proud woman lowered her head. Her eyes , filled with dominance and majesty, were instead dominated by sadness and loneliness.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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