It has been a long time since that rebellion battle—
The Boundary Land, once devastated, began to revive one day in its former splendor.
Miss Witch, dressed in the light attire of a traveling witch and riding a splendid high horse, paced slowly across the vast plains of Nimgruf. She gazed silently at the flourishing scene, full of vitality, with a sigh that was both gratified and deeply complex.
As if aware of its owner's thoughts, the splendid high horse snorted and then tilted its head, letting out a gentle neigh.
"I'm fine, Torret..."
Miss Witch came back to her senses and gently reached out to stroke the head of the Spirit Horse.
She shook her head slightly and said softly.
