Klaus descended from the mountain range with controlled flight that carried him across hundreds of kilometers in mere minutes, the landscape blurring beneath him as he made his way back toward the capital. The transition from cosmic contemplation to mundane desires felt surprisingly natural—perhaps transcendence meant having the wisdom to appreciate simple pleasures rather than abandoning them entirely.
The familiar glow of the capital appeared on the horizon as evening painted the sky in shades of amber and crimson. Klaus could have returned directly to the Eastern Tower, yet something pulled him toward a different destination entirely. The memory of warm lamplight, honest conversation, and uncomplicated human kindness drew him toward The Silver Crown like a beacon calling him home.
