Several days later, the familiar salty sea breeze of Harbor City came rushing in once more.
The Duke waited on a secluded coast, and from afar, he could see that familiar figure.
Vivian was still as charming and beautiful as ever, though there was a hint of worry etched between her brows.
Seeing Duke, she quickened her steps and walked over, her eyes filled with sincere joy and a subtle, barely noticeable reliance.
"Duke!" Vivian's voice carried a slight cheerfulness, clearly relieved that he could accompany her back.
"Are all the items prepared?" Duke asked with a smile, his gaze sweeping over her, clearly feeling the aura of a Level 1 Gaseous Mage, but her foundation seemed steadier than before. She presumably hadn't slackened during the Plane Battlefield and her time returning.
Vivian's spiritual power had evidently become more refined, and her experiences on the Plane Battlefield had led to significant growth.
"Everything on my side is ready, let's go." Vivian nodded.
