Chapter 187: Back Home

The crisp morning air held a promise of change as Lucian and his companions crested the final hill. Below them, bathed in the golden glow of the rising sun, stretched the rolling green hills and fertile plains of Englandia. A lump formed in Lucian's throat, and for the first time in months, he allowed himself to feel a flicker of hope. They had made it. Against all odds, they had survived the harsh wilderness, the relentless pursuit of the Empire, and the gnawing fear that had become their constant companion. As they gazed upon the familiar landscape, a wave of emotions washed over them – relief, gratitude, and a yearning for home so intense it almost brought tears to Lucian's eyes. Even Gareth, usually the most boisterous among them, was unusually quiet, a contemplative mood settling upon his broad shoulders. Indra, her usual stoicism momentarily shaken, offered a small smile to Edwin, who returned it with a warmth that spoke volumes. Without a word, but with an unspoken understand