"What is this place? It looks pretty nice."
Standing in place, Noah Grant looked around. They were on a riverbank, the shore covered with various blooming wildflowers. Further away grew an array of rare treasures, poisonous weeds, and Spiritual Medicine.
A winding corridor stretched along the riverbank, leading directly to a wooden house in the middle of the river. In the distance, directly across from the wooden house, stood an ancient palace. Runes flowed around the structures, emitting an ancient and dangerous aura.
Looking at the familiar sight, Javier Sinclair spoke, "We're here. This is my home."
Hearing this, Noah Grant paused slightly. "We're already here." They had just been trapped in the River of Time, unable to escape. He had thought seeing his daughter in this lifetime was an extravagant hope, yet in the blink of an eye, they had made it out of that hellhole.
It felt very unreal. Noah Grant pinched himself.
