"This is... Senro?"
In Senro Country, upon the vast, boundless land, a group of people dragging their luggage walked out of the Void Gate and looked up at this world that was both strange and familiar. The sky was as clean as a deep-blue lake, the wind was a transparent river, and the light was a warm Rain Curtain. Though the earth was barren, with only scattered blades of grass growing stubbornly toward the sky, compared with the dim, murky wasteland of the past—overcast all day long, like a land woven from black and white—the world before their eyes was so beautiful it was intoxicating.
Earth Arcanists lay prostrate on the ground, listening to the heartbeat of the earth; Wind Arcanists raised their hands, stroking the skin of the air. The arcanists sensed this world through the methods most familiar to them. An elderly arcanist suddenly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his aged face, and cries rose and fell all around him.
"We're back!"
"We've returned to Senro!"
"We really... came home..."
On the other side of the Void Gate, inside the Wishing Pool palace of Thousand Wishes Heaven, Ash and the others watched as three thousand Senro People passed through the Void Gate in batch after batch, returning to the homeland they had once lost.
"There were clearly better countries willing to take them in, but they actually all chose to return to their homeland that has nothing left." Diya sat by the pool, completely unafraid that the wish power in the Wishing Pool's water might react violently with Spell Power, and dipped her bare feet into the water. Some Spell Spirits drew close and circled around her feet; she tightened her arches and curled her toes, as if soaking her feet in hot water. "Senro People