The crew of the Eternal Voyager stood on the deck, gazing into the infinite cosmos. After weeks of exploring strange worlds, navigating treacherous star fields, and encountering wonders beyond their wildest imaginations, a calm had settled over them. Yet, despite the excitement of their travels, they felt the weight of those left behind. Their journey had taken them far from Ylra, and the bonds they shared with their companions who remained behind grew heavier with each passing day.
Yara, ever attentive to the crew's mood, broke the silence. "I've got something that might lift everyone's spirits," she announced, pulling a bundle of letters from her satchel. "Messages from home."
The Realm Lord raised his head, smiling. "Let's hear them."
Yara handed over the letters, each glowing faintly with the distinct energy signature of their sender. The Realm Lord carefully opened the first one, written in Azazel's sharp, authoritative hand.
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