Rizki found himself standing before the towering wooden gate that guarded the entrance to the ancient and nearly forgotten elf village nestled deep within the forest. A sense of nostalgia washed over him as he gazed at the entrance, and he couldn't help but murmur, "It's been a while, Elf Village. A few weeks after my departure."
Guiding his trusty horse, he approached the village's stable. This time, he chose to lead the horse in himself, a small gesture of respect for the village that held such a significant place in his memories.
As he strolled through the village after securing his horse, Rizki's thoughts revolved around his reason for returning. "This time, I'll bring Anwar along," he contemplated, casting his gaze over the thriving farms. The village had come a long way in three years after he knew the truth, tried to fix it as he was training during that time. "At least there are no more issues with bad crops," he mused with a faint smile.
