A month later, high above the platform where travelers from across the universe descended to enter the Forsaken Land, a flying ship devoid of any emblem marking its origin emerged from a rift.
The ship descended gracefully, touching down at the heart of the platform.
Some of the guards stationed around the platform immediately sprang into action to learn from which planet the newcomers who had come to join the war hailed.
As the wooden stairs, firmly secured with handrails attached to the ship, descended, an elderly man in flowing robes, with brown hair and dark eyes, stepped down, clutching a glowing map in his hand. He was followed by a throng of individuals.
Han lifted his head to meet the eyes of the two guards approaching him and the group behind him, sighing with relief.
At last, after a month of wandering, they had finally found this place.
However, he had no regrets.
