บท 2663: The Journey to Uzira

As time went on, the cycle of night and day continued to alternate. Leaves gracefully descended from the trees, only to be reborn in a symphony of colors.

The passage of time seemed to speed up, witnessing the little ones becoming stronger and the big ones becoming even larger.

Growing without their awareness, the Stuart family eventually arrived at the moment of separation.

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In the heart of Armhands, the guild seemed to live another ordinary day.

Aliens of different races and origins went about their usual duties. Some were keeping the various guild halls running, others were standing guard in their respective workplaces.

The morning chill brought a melancholy appearance, but cultivators as powerful as the inhabitants of the headquarters city would never shiver in the face of this 'subtle' phenomenon.