April reached its end, the sea breeze became more humid, and the weather turned scorching hot. Zuwaro, tanned and dark, stood at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance. The vast sea stretched endless and boundless, the long journey coming and going, familiar sights also unfolded before his eyes. Not far away, three long rivers flowed from the East, converging and dispersing as they all streamed into the boundless Western Sea. And a low yet prosperous City-State appeared on the fertile land where the rivers entwined.
"Ah! Praise the Chief Divine! Northbound for four thousand miles, then returned three thousand miles. Sailing back and forth seven thousand miles, taking more than three months, the fleet has finally returned to the land of the Tekos, arriving at Three Rivers City! And from here, heading southeast for another thousand miles, leads back to the kingdom's seaside, at the mouth of Tarsas River. This awe-inspiring and long journey is finally nearing completion!..."
