Leon and Seraphine moved swiftly through the landscape, collecting the remaining supplies and people gathered in their territory. The dimensional portal opened and closed repeatedly as Leon systematically gathered everything of value.
"The palace items, too," Seraphine said, her voice carrying a note of finality. "I want them stored in the dimensional realm. For the memory."
Leon nodded, understanding without need for explanation. The palace had been her home, her seat of power. Even if they were leaving this domain behind, some things deserved preservation.
Within hours, everything was transferred. The dimensional space now held not just refugees and supplies, but pieces of Seraphine's past—furniture, decorations, mementos of a life she was choosing to leave behind.
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Finally, they stood before the Forbidden Mist.
