Bab 475: 475 (End of the main story)

It was a sweet gathering. The people he loved the most were around him, three years later in the only place he could call home. He looked at their faces, one by one, their characteristics so familiar and so beautiful to him. He was lucky to have them, he was lucky to still be alive after everything and the memories of his journey seemed so distant at the moment.

As he sat in his chair, his most trusted people chatting, small laughter traveling from ear to ear for the first time in a while he felt contempt. It was peaceful, the atmosphere, their eyes and their voices, everything was peaceful and filled with happiness.