"Lynch! I finally made it out!" Zilvra threw herself into the mage's arms, giving him a tight hug: "I finally made it out!" The female Drow had no other words to express her feelings. She released the mage and ran swiftly down the hill, collapsing onto the soft grass, limbs spread out. The natural scent of the earth washed over her soul, and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers enveloped her body. In this moment, Zilvra was utterly at ease.
Little Soka also flew down from the sky, gliding down onto the grass in imitation of Zilvra. However, the little one's flying skills were not quite proficient yet; she left a trail on the ground before coming to a stop. Yet, many lovely little flowers—red, yellow, white—and green blades of grass were tangled in her golden hair and nestled in her pure white wings, making her seem like an elf from a sea of flowers.