Returning to the familiar grounds of the ant tribe, Akun and Oliver descended with grace, the earth beneath them receiving their presence with a soft, welcoming sigh. Akun, his eyes filled with curiosity, turned to Oliver as they touched down. "Hey, Oliver," he began, his voice carrying a hint of concern, "do you really not remember what happened when you went to the Dryad tribe? Nothing?"
Oliver attempted to delve into the recesses of his memory, a furrow forming on his brow. But as he sought the elusive memories, a searing pain shot through his head, causing him to grasp his forehead. Gasping, he panted out his reply, "No, my liege... nothing." The suffering etched on his face was palpable, and it was clear that some shadowy barrier obscured his recollection.
