Time Skip
One Year Later
The aircraft hummed softly, the sound a steady rhythm in the background, and it was almost therapeutic, in a way.
Osho sat by the window, watching as the vast sea of clouds slowly parted beneath them, revealing the world below.
His expression was calm and collected, making it hard for anyone to tell what he was thinking from that alone. However, a flicker of anticipation could be seen in his gaze
After more than a year, he was finally returning to the Blossom Citadel.
The thought stirred up complicated feelings within him, but the most prominent of them were nostalgia and curiosity.
The Osho who had left there was not the same as the one sitting at this window. Back then, he had been sharp, ambitious... but reckless, still in the process of figuring out his own power.
Now, though, there was a sense of restraint in his gaze followed by a deep confidence.
He leaned into his seat and looked around the cabin.
