Bab 556: The Truth of the Remnants

"Come, let us find somewhere more suitable for a conversation," Fate beckoned, taking my hand.

I readily followed, any concern for Luke lost my excitement. Each step unveiled new wonders, and with every breath of the crisp, clean air, an invisible weight seemed to lift from my shoulders.

The vibrant flowers and lush grass of the islands were soft beneath my feet, interrupted only by scattered cobblestones that emerged from the greenery like stepping stones in a verdant pond. As we reached the island's edge, the path to the Heart of Haven came together from scattered debris, the resulting bridge more defined and stable than I remembered.

The Heart of Haven was largely unchanged, except for the vibrant flowers now sprouting in the cracks between the paving stones. Their blossoms were familiar: pure white petals delicately edged with a touch of red. Their sweet fragrance evoked memories of peaceful days in Heartland, and I sighed, smiling blissfully.