Time slipped away like sand through an hourglass.
In the span of a single month, the landscape of the Upper World had been irrevocably altered. The Wendigos were a memory, erased from history. The Elves, once proud and isolationist, had bent the knee. Sunny's name didn't just spread; it became a law of nature. From the highest peaks to the deepest valleys, no soul remained ignorant of the new Sovereign.
Yet, absolute power came with its own form of boredom.
Sunny, seeking a reprieve from the endless administrative reports and terrified dignitaries, decided to take a vacation. It was a private excursion, known only to his absolute inner circle.
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[Lower World – Elven Nation]
[The Gilded Star Pavilion]
The streets of the Elven capital were bustling, vibrant with life and commerce. Sunny and Josephine walked through the district, blending into the crowd, both in human appearance.
