The first pale rays of dawn were just beginning to paint the eastern sky when Raiden's boots stepped back onto the dirt road of Ashford Farm.
He didn't take the black jet back from the city, and he declined Isadora's offer to have an Alliance convoy drive him home. He walked the entire 2-hour route back from the city outskirts on foot, with Woolie walking quietly on his left, Rose coiled around his shoulders, and Neva resting in his hair.
The morning mist hung low over the emerald meadows. In the distance, the waterfall roared softly into the sapphire lake, and the forty-five regular Berry Trees and two Golden Berry Trees swayed gently in the cool breeze, their jewel-like fruits glowing softly in the dim light.
Everything on the farm looked peaceful. It looked untouched by the blood, the exploding heads, and the shit storm that had torn Raiden's world apart just a few hours ago.
