The Realm Lord stood frozen, his mind reeling as he tried to grasp the reality before him. The landscape stretched out in front of him, as vivid and real as if he had never left. Lush fields of deep emerald grass swayed gently in the breeze, and the familiar scent of blooming flowers filled the air. The sky overhead was painted with the warm hues of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the land.
But his eyes were fixed on the figure standing just a few steps away—a woman, her silhouette bathed in the golden light of the fading sun. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back, and she wore the simple, flowing robes of their homeland. She was as beautiful as he remembered, untouched by the passage of time.
It was her. The one he had left behind all those eons ago.
"Aveline…" he whispered, barely able to say her name aloud.
