His journey back to the city was, physically, an easy walk. Having advanced to the Novice rank, his body had become significantly sturdier and more resilient. However, the mental toll he carried with him was immeasurable. The haunting image of Elara's death played on a loop in his mind, an unrelenting reel that he yearned to escape. He longed for some form of external distraction, something to occupy his thoughts and pull him away from the relentless replay of that moment.
As Richard made his way back to the city, he was met with a stark contrast to the desolation of the forest. The urban landscape was bustling and alive, with people going about their daily routines, their voices mingling in a cacophony of life. It was as though the world hadn't paused for a moment to acknowledge Elara's passing. The city's relentless motion and the seeming indifference of its habitants left Richard with a profound sense of isolation.
