When the golden glow illuminated, Asahi could feel the chill of the underground slip away.
He felt a sense of liberation, a profound sensation.
A feeling of freedom, not just for him and Kendra but for the people forced to dwell underground for thousands of years without seeing the surface.
After they came from the bridge, Asahi and Kendra stumbled upon a group eagerly waiting for their turn to pass through the golden luminance. Some had radiant, shimmering blonde hair. Others had clear, defined brown bristles, and few had specks of gray hair pointing out of them. Much of the attire was shared, similar to brown robes, while only a handful wore thin shirts, and a few wore gowns. Despite their differences, they shared one thing in common.
Their uncontrolled excitement.
