The restless journey never ends, but the tranquil one always concludes too quickly. When Zilvra and Soka opened their eyes, the small boat had already approached Heather, reaching the palace of Elf City.
"That was such a comfortable sleep!" Little Soka stretched lazily, her beautiful wings spreading out around her. She patted her mouth with her small hands, yawned a few times, and then widened her eyes to observe the surrounding scenery.
Zilvra rubbed her eyes, quickly flexing her joints to restore their usual agility. She asked Lynch, "How long did I sleep? Why do I feel like it's been a long time?"
"Yes, your feeling is not wrong," Lynch replied. "You both have slept for five whole days and nights. And you happened to wake up just as we reached our destination."
Zilvra frowned, looking nervously towards the shores. "Is there some strange magic here? How did I lose my alertness?"
