Luke and I explored the realm carefree and languid for what must have been hours: strolling through meadows, enjoying the vistas from high, and walking hand in hand through the streets and gardens of dilapidated villages and castles. Some of the islands were empty, but most had at least one or two remnants exploring them, their auras bright. They always greeted us enthusiastically, occasionally recommending us the next island to see, or even offering tours around the region, should they have some hand in the structures therein.
"It's so...peaceful," I murmured as we sat on a soft green hillside overlooking a small, empty village. "Times like these make me wish we could just forget Enusia. The gods, the war...why can't we just stay here forever?"
"Would you really be okay with that? Leaving a fight half-fought, and your purpose half done?"
"No." I shook my head, resting it on his shoulder. "No, you're right. I just...wish things were different."
