Aerchon returned to the Elf Palace after several days away, leading his army back through the gates with a sense of accomplishment.
His mission had been to ensure that the regions that had been touched by the tendrils of the Great Calamity that time remained stable and free from any lingering threats or emerging anomalies.
The journey had taken him across the barren lands where the tendrils had once wreaked havoc. The soil was still dry and lifeless in many places, the plants brittle and withered. However, signs of slow recovery were beginning to show as though nature itself was determined to heal.
Aerchon's vigilant inspections confirmed that all was fine. The corrupted Magic that had plagued those regions was gone, leaving no trace behind. The lands were silent exceptt for the whisper of the wind and the distant rustle of regrowth.
