Upon a sprawling hilltop, a magic circle, its diameter measuring a mere three meters, ignited with a radiant, silvery glow. The intensity of its luminance increased steadily until it became a blinding source of light, concealing whatever lay within its confines.
A resonant, low-pitched hum emanated from the circle, its vibrations palpable in the air. And then, in an instant, as if it were never there, the magic circle blinked out of existence, leaving the hilltop shrouded in mystery once more.
The only remnant of the circle's transient existence was the faint imprint it left on the ground. Within the circle's confines, two sets of legs, belonging to distinct individuals, stood firmly on the ground.
Chethan couldn't help but break into a warm smile as he gazed around at the enchanting scenery. "We're finally home," he remarked, his voice filled with a sense of belonging and anticipation.
