The morning air smelled like sweet rice cakes and damp earth, the aftermath of a long night of drizzle. Hermes found himself on the outskirts of Villagers AD18, standing beside Magni as they both waved goodbye to the villagers.
"You sure you don't want to stay for one more meal?" Asked one of the aunties, holding up a heaping tray of sticky rice wrapped in banana leaves.
Hermes shook his head with a smile. "I'd never leave if I kept saying yes."
They waved and walked down the dirt road that would eventually lead them to the nearest portal hub. The villagers had been more than kind, hosting them like honored guests, not knowing what happened with the Void and Trivia.
Still, Hermes could feel a sense of finality hanging in the air. This trip had changed things.
