“EHHH?!?” Silver was in shock.

  Lina, ed by Silver's suddeion, asked, "What's wrong, Silver?"

  Silver shivered slightly. "It's just... I haven't been to the surfa a very long time. Leaving my domain makes me a bit uneasy."

  Alden smiled. "Don't worry, Silver. We'll make sure you're safe, and we won't be far from here. We’d appreciate your help in all this."

  Silver gathered her resolve. She straightened her posture and replied, "You're right. I've faced the hellish battleground of Inu's Domain, and pared to that, dealing with the surface world should be manageable. "

  Silver, with newfound fidence, spoke a single word: "Moderation."

  In an instant, the silver-haired girl who had been in the midst of the pyful role-py disappeared from the se, and appeared before silver leaving everyone present in a state of shock.

  Silver, now the ter of attention, began to expin. "Eaain has its ow of rules and energies that must be banced," Silver eborated. "Moderators are individuals chosen to maintain that bahey are entrusted with the well-being of the domain and its inhabitants. My Magical e with them allows me to call upon their assistance when needed."

  The silver-haired girl moved up to silver’s p. She looked up at Silver with a pout on her fad called out, "Mama, I ying! Why did you summon me like that?"

  Silver gently patted the girl's head and smiled. "Luna, I have to step out again, but this time it may be for a loime than usual. You'll be in charge while I'm gone, okay?"

  "Okay, mama," Luna replied with her pout ging to a smile.

  Luna skipped away to resume her py. Silver focused her magical abilities on transf her attire. With a graceful wave of her hand, her silver battle dress shifted and reshaped into a more elegant and cold-resistant outfit.

  Silver admired her tire for a moment, which was suitable for the surface world's chilly climate. She then addressed the group with a fident smile, "I think this should do for the surface level.”

  The group began their journey back to the surface. Silver moved gracefully alongside the group with her silver hair being sht that it lit up a portion of the underground that she was walking under.

  "You know," Becky thought to herself while scratg the back of her head, "there's so much magi this world. It's kinda crazy to think about. Me and Sybil? ic levels are pretty low. I mean, look at someone like Dj! He's got magic oozing out of him, and he's got this charm that's, like, heart-melting." She sighed dreamily at the thought of Dj. Unbeknownst to her, she raised her hands up to her fad muttered aloud, "Dj’s just a major badass..."

  Silver, walking gracefully beside Becky, overheard her words. She became intrigued. “Have you met Dj in person?” Silver asked.

  Silver's inquiry about Dj immediately caught Becky's attention. She blinked in mild surprise at the question and then grinned. "Oh yeah, we've met Dj," she replied. "He's quite the character, you know. Charms his way into everyone's hearts. Why?"

  Becky's response left Silver slightly suprised, but she quickly regained her posure. With a nont shrug, she remarked, "No particur reason. I was just curious."

  While walking side by side towards the surface, Becky felt a twinge of jealousy while Silver's ethereal beauty. Normally rough and tough, Becky found herself hesitating to ask a question. Her cheeks flushed slightly. Finally, she tried to speak. "Hey, Silver, um... I ask you something?"

  Silver turned her serene gaze towards Becky. "Of course, Becky. What's on your mind?"

  Becky asked, “You’re like... really pretty and all that. It's kind of unfair, you know? What’s the deal with that?"

  Silver seemed puzzled by the question. "What do you mean, 'what's the deal with that’? I'm just being myself. Is there something b you about me?"

  Becky felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment after blurting out her question. She shuffled awkwardly beside Silver while trying to find the right words to expin herself.

  "It's not like that," Becky muttered.

  Silver, sensing Becky's unease, offered her a gentle smile. "It’s okay, Becky. You talk to me."

  Becky hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer to Silver, speaking in a hushed too ensure no one else could hear. "I… I guess I'm just… envious. I ain’t used to feeling like this, you know? But then here I am seeing you…you’re a damy. It made me question myself a lil bit...."

  Silver listetentively as Becky struggled to articute her feelings. Silver was taken aback but maintained her calm demeanor. She gently pced a hand on Becky's shoulder and said, "Becky, it's natural to feel that way sometimes. But remember, beauty es in many shapes and forms. Your strength is it’s own kind of beauty."

  Beodded slightly. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she mumbled.

  Silver smiled warmly. "Dj… he appreciates strength, in all its forms."

  Becky's cheeks flushed again, and she stammered, "Oh, uh, it's not about Dj, really. Well, maybe just a lil bit…”

  Silver chuckled softly. "I see," she replied while pg her hands behind her back. "Well, just be yourself. You have a natural beauty that also catch his attention."

  "I… uh, thanks, Silver,” Becky mao say in response.

  The group asded the stairs from the underground realm. A subtle shift in the surroundings greeted them. The climb had felt remarkably short pared to the long climb they had to do in order to get down, but the world above had transformed. What had been a clear, sunny day when they desded now had ged.

  Gentle snowfkes danced from the gray skies above. They bhe city in a serene yer of white. The distant sound of ughter and pyful shouts filled the air.

  Lina checked her watd hat it was already 12 pm. It seemed that time had passed differently in the underground realm, where they had spent what felt like mere hours.

  Lina turo the group and ented, "It's amazing how different things be just beh the surface. We should head back to our inal objective now that we're ba the city."

  The group spent hours wandering through the city, inquiring at various locations, and asking people if they had seen anyone resembling Kintovar. By 3 pm, they decided to take a break and gather in a cozy restaurant.

  Ihe restaurant, the three sisters, Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle, decided to try their hand at drawing Kintovar to help with the search. Each of them was armed with a piece of paper and a set of colored pencils.

  Risebelle's drawing was the first to be revealed. Wheurned her paper around, the group was met with a rather simplistic stick figure. Kintovar was depicted as an angry stian, plete with sungsses, a stern gre, and hair flowing down. Risebelle had clearly emphasized a Kintovar with a no-nonseitude.

  Becky burst into ughter when she saw Risebelle's drawing. "Wow, Risebelle, you really captured the doc’s fierce personality there!"

  Sybil, with a grin, chimed in, "I think Kintovar's expression says it all."

  Alden ented, "It's a uerpretation, to say the least."

  Lina added, "It's certainly…artistic."

  Roselle followed, and her smile of anticipation grew into embarrassment when she revealed her drawing. The image on her paper showed a well-drawn figure, but it was missing essential details. Kintovar cked her characteristic headphones, b coat, sungsses, and even her pants. Instead, Roselle had mistakenly drawn her with a dress.

  Risebelle leaned over to get a look and teased, "Trying to make Kintovar look all sweet and i, huh, Roselle? Since when in the hell does Kintovar wear a dress like that?"

  Roselle blushed furiously when Risebelle pointed out this error. Becky leaned in to examine Roselle's drawing, a smirk f on her lips. "Well, someone's got a soft spot for the doc," she teased, nudging Roselle pyfully.

  Sybil g the picture and remarked, "It's not about sweetness or innoce. We need an accurate portrayal, not a romanticized one."

  Alden nodded in agreement. "You should try to keep it as true to her appearance as possible."

  Lina added, "Remember, oal is to find her, not create an idealized version of her."

  Runebelle's drawing, the st to be revealed, was even more impressive than Roselle's in terms of artistic skill; however, it portrayed a pletely different woman ell-drawn but….

  Becky She shot up from her chair, pointing at the artwork, and shouted, "THAT'S NOT THE DOC!!!!"

  Becky's outburst drew the attention of everyone in the restaurant. Sybil, uo hold in a ugh, said, "Well, that's certainly not the Kintovar we're looking for."

  Alden chuckled. “Well, it's quite the artistiterpretation, Runebelle."

  Lina added, "Let's focus on the features we know for sure."

  Roselle looked at Runebelle's drawing and giggled, "Well, at least she’s very creative, right?"

  Runebelle shrugged this off and said, "It's just a drawing…"

  Silver, with a serene smile, suggested, "Perhaps we should bine all our efforts and create a posite image. That way, we cover all possible angles."

  Silver took her turn at drawing. She gained details from Risebelle, Roselle, and Runebelle. Becky shouted at any minor mistakes or inaccuracies that she perceived.

  Despite this, the posite image they created began to take shape, merging the collective impressions of Kintovar from each member of the group.

  Ohey saw Silver's drawing, the sisters, Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle, who knew Kintovar best, felt that something was missing. They exged thoughtful gnces, and Roselle finally spoke up.

  "I think the drawing looks great, but Dr.Kintovar's presence is more than just her appearance," Roselle began, "She has this... warmth and wisdom about her that's hard to capture on paper."

  Risebelle nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's like she's always looking out for us, even when she scolds us. That's what makes her who she is."

  Runebelle added, "And her smile. Kintovar's smile… when she does… It's like a bea of hope..."

  Becky leaned ba her chair and sighed, "So you guys miss the doc eh…Yeah, I miss tha doetimes," Becky admitted with a smile. "I always think about what it would've been like if we'd ended up together. I'd be smashing things left and right with my hammer aing stuff done. But here we are, searg for her instead. I just hope we find her soon."

  Lina took a look at the drawing, then she said, “Hold on”

  Lina, with a fident look on her face, took a moment to gather her ptop a up oable. She sed the image Silver had drawn and began w diligently in her digital art program.

  Minutes passed, and Lina's fingers flew across the keyboard. She meticulously adjusted the image. Finally, she brought up the enhanced version oop s. It looked exactly like Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle remembered, capturing Kintovar's essence perfectly. However, there was one issue that Roselle pointed out.

  "Hey, Lina, the hair color is a bit off," Roselle noted

  Lina nodded. "Oh, is it a bit te? Let me fix that." She made the necessary adjustments, ging the hair color to a more accurate shade of yellow.

  With the alteration plete, Lina turhe ptop around to show the group the updated drawing. It now resembled Kintovar in every detail.

  "There we go," Lina said with pride. “Now THIS has got to be the perfect Kintovar drawing."

  Silver smiled. "That's the power of teamwork. It makes the dream work. With this picture, I'll be able to transform into Kintovar and help you in your mission."

  The group gathered around. With the drawing of Kintovar in her hand, Silver closed her eyes and begaransformation teique. Her body shimmered with a faint silver light. Slowly, the features on the paper began to e to life.

  First, her hair shifted from its natural silver hue to a vibrant shade of yellow, casg down her back just like in the drawing. Her eyes transformed into the same striking color of blue as Kintovar's, and her face took on the ohat was mostly seen upon the face of the missing stist.

  Silver’s clothing shifted to match the attire depicted in the drawing – a red coat, bck pants, and even the signature pink headphones and sungsses.

  In just a few moments, Silver had bee an almost perfect replica of Kintovar, holding a pose with one hand on her side.