The journey ended atop the colossal shell of the Black Tortoise.
A new fence had been built there—strong, stone-boned, still smelling of fresh earth. More than fifty people stood gathered: the Moon Lord, Agne Moon, Alec, and the remaining hunters and families. Their eyes widened as they looked beyond the ridge at the sight before them.
Across the high ground stretched a vast canopy of green—towering trees, winding vines, and flowering bushes. A single colossal tree stood in the center like a guardian spirit, its crown catching the first light of dawn.
"So beautiful…" Agne Moon's lips parted in awe, her eyes round as glass marbles.
"It's… incredible."
The Moon Lord spoke in a whisper, her voice almost trembling. She had long forgotten what such green looked like. To see living trees again, after years of dust and gray skies—it was as if the world itself had remembered how to breathe.
