The moment the bright light faded away, I found myself standing outside the main gate of my town. I noticed the large number of players there, the huge diversity of equipment and the batches most of them wore.
The general atmosphere here was nice, much warmer than what I was feeling back at the sacred lands. The journey to the lands wasn't that simple, or easy, but it felt like a dream, a long dream that wasn't easy to forget.
I had to admit to myself, I had already started missing the artifacts I had. I was invincible back at the lands, speaking eye to eye with even venerable masters, but here I was just a normal player.
Sigh!
Just as I was about to call my team, I heard some scattered words from the players around me.
"Heard? That good for nothing adventure group, the bloodthirsty dragon group, has already returned from the sacred lands," one archer said to a group of passerby swordsmen and some knights.
