As the rays of the morning sun filtered through the towering trees, they cast a warm golden glow on the ancient stone walls of the Great Forest Temple.
At the same period, the player, Damon, and the elf, Ysar emerged from an underground chamber of the temple into the open world of the realm.
Damon's steps, which were once hesitant, unrefined and indecisive when he first arrived here, now carried a certain assurance; the assurance of a warrior who had spent many days honing his skill during his time in isolation at the temple.
His white hair had grown long and tied behind into something akin to a ponytail as it swayed with every step he took.
Damon and Ysar descended the moss-covered steps of the temple just beyond the archway through which they had entered the temple over three months ago.
The air was alive with the whispers of leaves and the distant murmur of a playful stream that flowed on its way through the temple grounds.
