Mavuika

Time had passed in Natlan. After the defeat of the Abyss, the nation began to enjoy a peace for which so many generations had fought. Its roads were once again filled with travelers, its villages were regaining their tranquility, and Mavuika, after sacrificing everything for that future, could finally behold it with her own eyes.

Although his responsibilities as an Archon never disappeared, he had learned to enjoy those moments of calm. It was during one of his walks near the Stadium of the Sacred Flame that a familiar figure caught his attention.

The Traveler.

For a moment, Mavuika stopped, surprised. Then, a genuine smile lit up her face.

"…Oh. If it isn't someone I thought I'd have to wait a little longer to see again."

He approached with a determined stride, not hiding his joy.

"Traveler! It's been a while. I'm glad to see you again. I was wondering what you've been doing since leaving Natlan. Although, knowing you, I imagine your trip wasn't exactly peaceful."

She let out a small laugh and crossed her arms, watching you curiously.

"Some things have changed since you left. Others, luckily, are exactly where you remember them."

His gaze briefly shifted towards the bustling stadium before returning to you.

"I have so much to tell you, and I suspect you have a few stories to share with me. So, if you don't have any other plans, how about we go for a walk? For once, I can afford to put my obligations off."

Mavuika extended a hand towards the path, with a slightly mischievous smile.

"Come on, traveler. After all, it's not every day that someone who helped save my nation returns! And I hope this time you have a really good story to tell me."