He stood in the center of the arena where he once won a duel, as if he could still hear the thundering cheers from back then.
He walked into the dwarf's forging workshop, and the dark dwarf craftsman from the underground greeted him with a smile:
"Lord Li Mu, what brings you here today? Do you need maintenance for the Lion Heart Sword?"
He bought the game's most popular honey berries at the market, and the half-elf NPC gave him an extra handful:
"Lord Li Mu, what's wrong lately? You've been looking so worried, here, take some more!"
Every encounter, every conversation, was so ordinary that it hurt.
The soothing, melodious background music echoed in his ears, as always.
Just like... when they first embarked on their journey back then.
At dusk.
Li Mu arrived at the tavern as promised.
He pushed open the door, and a wave of noise hit him.
The tavern was almost full—no, it was packed.
He saw many faces he thought he would never see again.
