More than a month had passed since Hera awakened, and she had gradually grown used to this new world.

At the same time, she had made up her mind to return to the Golden Thunder Clan.

"Senior, are you really going back to the Golden Thunder Clan?" Leon asked.

Hera nodded.

"I’ve been away from the clan for too long. It’s time I returned. Besides, now that Dimo has fallen, the clan needs me to lead them again. I don’t expect to restore the Golden Thunder Clan to its former glory, but at the very least, I want everyone to live well again. Isn’t that enough?"

Leon scratched the back of his head, clearly hesitating.

They were standing atop the high walls of the Imperial Capital. A cool breeze rustled Leon’s hair as he pressed his lips together, silently weighing whether to say what was on his mind.