Zein had wondered why the lake in this place was so clear. He wondered whether it had something to do with his mother's power or the blessing from Frejya.
But he found out that there was nothing like that there; no mana stones, nor a stray shard, or even some unknown magical contraption. It was just the magic of nature, he gathered, and he liked that.
He liked that there was still something like a miracle in this world. Give him hope. Give him a realization that he could still hope.
It was true what his former Captain said; he should go out and see the world, because his pessimism came from the stagnation he experienced from staying only in bad places. Well, if it came down to it, Bassena was the one who told him to roam the world to find an answer.
Had he found it, though? What he had wanted to do with life.
Not something out of duty, but from desire. The stuff the future formed with. Not just the immediate future, but the full picture.