After their victory over Nyxara, life in Morphantasia settled into a peaceful rhythm, a quiet calm that felt both well-earned and surreal to Blakely and the rest of Ursa Minor. Dew Lake was bustling with life as usual, but the townspeople seemed more vibrant, and the guild members carried themselves with an unmistakable pride. News of Ursa Minor's heroic defense of the Veil Anchor had spread far and wide, and they were celebrated as protectors of not only Dew Lake but of Morphantasia itself.
But for Blakely, the lingering connection to Terra—her "real" world—was always at the back of her mind. After everything they'd been through, she'd come to realize that the lines between Terra and Morphantasia were no longer as distinct as they once seemed. Her experiences in Morphantasia felt just as real, the friendships just as meaningful. She couldn't shake the feeling that both worlds were becoming entwined, as if her journey was meant to span both.
