Early the next day, the members of the Blue Bound began their journey back to their headquarters in the town of Lipayran.
Morning mist lingered across the trail as the sun broke through the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and rose.
Their horses moved swiftly along the dirt road, shoes runching over gravel while the rhythmic clip of hooves set a steady pace.
The group was quieter than usual, their bodies still carrying traces of exhaustion, but there was also a visible ease between them now—a calm born from shared triumph.
With their first quest as a four-man team complete, the bond between them had grown stronger. What began as an awkward mix of personalities now felt like a balanced, if chaotic, unit.
Last night's celebration helped.
After their hearty dinner and a few bottles of wine, laughter and stories flowed like old friends who had known each other for years.
