Rydia stood at the edge of the Mist Village, her eyes sweeping over the familiar landscape. It had been a long time since she had returned to her childhood home, and memories flooded back with every step. The village was quiet now, peaceful, but it was a far cry from the devastation she had once known. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her journey settle on her shoulders.

After the battle with Zemus, the world had found a fragile peace, but Rydia still felt a pull—something calling her back to the land of Eidolons. The summons, the magic, it was all still a part of her, and though the world above had been saved, her connection to the Feymarch left her restless.

She strolled through the village, her fingers trailing along the walls of old buildings. "So much has changed..." she whispered to herself. "But there’s still more for me to do."

As she ventured deeper into the forest outside of Mist, the familiar presence of magic lingered in the air. It reminded her of the Eidolons, of the battles they fought together, and the strength she had gained. Yet, as powerful as she had become, Rydia couldn’t shake the feeling that something new was coming—something she hadn’t faced yet.

"Is someone there?"