The restless journey never seems to end, but the peaceful journey always ends quickly. When Zilvra and Soka opened their eyes, the small boat was already approaching Heather, arriving at the palace of the Elf City.
"I had such a pleasant sleep!" Little Soka stretched lazily, her beautiful wings spreading around. She patted her mouth with her small hand, yawned a few times, then opened her eyes wide to observe the surrounding scenery.
Zilvra rubbed her eyes, quickly moved her joints, restoring their usual agility. She asked Lynch, "How long was I asleep? It feels like it's been a long time."
"Yes, your feeling is not wrong," Lynch said, "You have slept for five full days and nights, and just woke up as we arrived at our destination."
Zilvra furrowed her brows, nervously looking at the two banks, "Is there some strange magic here? How did I lose my vigilance?"
