Gore turned around and glanced at the weeping trees slowly shifting back and covering the narrow pathway.
I still can't believe none of the trees attacked us, he thought in shock.
"Praise our ancestor!"
"His artifact saved our lives!"
"Long live the ancestor's spirit!"
The other Magi in the group dropped to their knees and began sincerely thanking their ancestor, Magus Stratford, for leaving behind the black orb.
If not for that strange artifact, they would have never made it out of the Weeping Woods.
Hearing the sudden commotion coming from near the town gates, Kenley and Eleiney, who happened to be nearby, approached them cautiously.
Besides them, there were a few daring townsfolk who also came forth to see what the cause of this sudden commotion was.
When they saw the group standing near the northern gates, they were stunned.
"M-Mayor!"
"You've made it back!"
"You're alive!"
