Reynold emerged from the secret laboratory, leaving behind its cold, sterile atmosphere and stepping into the tranquil forest.
The evening sky cast a golden hue over the landscape, the air filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds returning to their nests.
As he continued on the winding path, a village gradually came into view, located at the base of towering mountains and surrounded by dense forests. The village seemed like a hidden gem, a serene world untouched by the chaos of the outside.
As Reynold entered the village, he was met with a wave of warmth and respect from the villagers. They gathered around him, their faces alight with gratitude and admiration. Some bowed deeply, while others clasped their hands in thanks, their voices rising in a chorus of appreciation.
"Thank you, Lord Reynold," an elderly man with a weathered face said, his voice trembling with emotion. "My granddaughter is healthy again because of you."
