The storm intensified.

  Lightning tore across Silva's sky, illuminating the towers of Aurik in flashes of silver and shadow.

  Daislooked up, eyes wide.

  Jabir smirked.

  "Trouble with the child?

  I could handle him, you know.

  Bring him to me."

  "Silence!" Dais snapped.

  He vanished—racing toward the heart of the storm.

  Jabir raised his weapon.

  A brilliant blue beam shot into the sky, chasing Dais like a comet.

  —

  Dais reached the ruined fortress.

  The blast struck him mid-air.

  He crashed to the ground.

  Jabir landed nearby, dust swirling around him.

  "Checkmate," he whispered.

  He sprinted toward the impact site.

  —

  Inside the fortress, Batalos struggled to maintain the containment spell.

  The child hovered in the air, trembling.

  His eyes glowed sky-blue.

  "Someone help me!" Batalos cried.

  "I can't hold him—his power is growing too fast!"

  He unleashed torrents of fire, trying to reinforce the enchantment.

  The flames lit the crumbling walls.

  Dais, bloodied, stumbled into the chamber.

  "Damn you, Batalos... you fool!"

  —

  From a distance, guards saw the blaze.

  "The old military fortress is burning!

  Should we intervene?"

  "Of course! The fire could spread!"

  But then—

  Mulham and Jawaher arrived.

  "No need," Mulham said calmly.

  "That's stormfire.

  No one should go near it.

  Let the rain do its work."

  The guards hesitated.

  Jawaher met Mulham's gaze and nodded.

  —

  Jabir reached the crash site.

  No one was there.

  He stood still, scanning the scorched earth.

  "So... the child really is that important."

  —

  Inside the fortress—

  The child floated mid-air, gripping Batalos by the throat.

  Batalos gasped, clawing at the invisible force.

  Flames roared around them.

  He fired desperate bursts of fire—wild, unfocused.

  "Damn this child!" he choked.

  Dais stepped forward, raising his hand.

  A violent black aura surged from his body.

  His voice was calm. Cold.

  "Seal of Baphmot."

  The child's body convulsed.

  He released Batalos and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

  Batalos fell, gasping for breath.

  "He shattered the seal in seconds...

  Then attacked me like a storm..."

  Dais waved his hand.

  The flames vanished.

  —

  The storm began to fade.

  Jabir stood beneath the clearing sky.

  "So... you stopped it."

  He holstered his weapon.

  People emerged from their homes, staring at the horizon.

  From the prison, a wall of fire erupted—terrifying, beautiful.

  Guards collapsed in awe.

  Citizens froze in wonder.

  Mulham and Jawaher stared.

  Jabir smiled.

  "Friendly fire."

  Jawaher whispered:

  "Strange..."

  "What?" Mulham asked.

  "I felt warmth.

  Not fear."

  Mulham nodded slowly.

  "So did I..."

  The Ember Crown - Aurik's Reckoning

  Inside the prison, Sylvanas unleashed a flurry of enchanted arrows:

  ? One blue—exploding with icy force against the Black Order.

  ? One green—healing the wounded assassins.

  ? One red—detonating violently among the jailers and enemy ranks.

  Kras leapt, striking down two guards, then clashed with a Black Order soldier in a blur of blades—his dagger met by a slender, sharp sword.

  Laika rose into the air, hurling molten fury toward a new wave of enemies. Some fell, others dodged—only to be met by the assassins of Korta's tunnels and the mercenaries of the underworld.

  Prince Asser watched, astonished.

  "The woman of arrows...

  That thief...

  And the Korta men...

  They fight with skill."

  Laika, unleashing another blast, spoke through the fire:

  "They live between death and survival.

  The weakening of camps and soldiers never touched them—

  Because survival is their way of life.

  There's no retirement from that."

  Sylvanas vaulted, commanding the troops, guiding Kras's men.

  Kras clashed again, blades ringing.

  Then—the obsidian knight stepped forward.

  Asser planted his right foot.

  The ground trembled.

  His body ignited in crimson flame.

  His eyes blazed.

  A terrifying aura surged around him.

  He closed his eyes.

  Memories flooded in:

  His mother's warmth.

  His father coughing blood, smiling.

  Kasrahh and Sarah—laughing, eating cake.

  He opened his eyes.

  Flames erupted across the battlefield.

  Sylvanas felt the fire touch her skin—but it did not burn.

  "It's Caesar's power!" someone cried.

  Laika smiled through tears, her hands still ablaze.

  Asser raised his voice:

  "To all prisoners!

  To anyone who can hear me!"

  The mages turned.

  "I am Prince Asser, son of King Caesar!

  Bearer of Aurik's flame!

  I apologize—for every injustice I caused you!"

  Laika stared, stunned.

  Sylvanas raised an eyebrow.

  Kras laughed.

  The assassins surged forward, fire licking their heels.

  "You've lived in suffering because of me.

  I can't undo the past.

  But I promise you—

  A better future.

  For you.

  For your children.

  For your grandchildren."

  "As long as I live,

  My fire will burn against anyone who dares dishonor you.

  You will walk with heads held high.

  And you will lift those who falter.

  But if you bow to the enemy—

  You will fall."

  Laika clashed with the obsidian knight.

  Asser's body blazed.

  His sword burned crimson.

  He knelt.

  Drove the blade into the earth—melting stone.

  He bowed his head.

  "Forgive me."

  Sylvanas raised her brow.

  Laika wept with a smile.

  Kras froze.

  The assassins stared.

  The mages—some cried, some cheered, some broke their chains to fight.

  Viola, scarred and trembling, whispered:

  "I thought I'd never see my sister again...

  Lidra...

  I'm alive.

  My prince... my commander...

  They came for us."

  Asser roared:

  "By the Fury of Aurik!"

  A wave of crimson fire erupted.

  It swept through the prison.

  The traitorous jailers vanished.

  The Black Order dissolved.

  The obsidian knight collapsed—his body disintegrating.

  Then—silence.

  The fire faded.

  Asser coughed blood.

  Laika caught him.

  "You pushed too far!"

  The mages and assassins cried out.

  Sylvanas lowered her bow.

  Kras sheathed his blade.

  "Did he even need help?" Kras asked.

  "Yes," Sylvanas replied.

  "He needed to see us fight.

  Look at his eyes—

  He's furious at what's been happening all this time."

  She turned to him.

  "Let's free the mages."

  Asser whispered to Laika:

  "This is nothing...

  They've felt pain, torture, humiliation...

  This is nothing."

  He smiled, blood trailing from his eye and mouth.

  "I leave command of the guild to you, Commander.

  Meet me tomorrow—

  For your execution.

  For eavesdropping."

  Laika blinked, tears falling.

  "Do you need help? I can—"

  "No.

  Finish your work.

  Apologize again for me.

  Restore their rights.

  Magic resumes tomorrow."

  He coughed again.

  Laika raised her hands.

  "Alright! Alright!

  Just... rest.

  I'll come soon to see Princess Sarah."

  Asser paused.

  "Quickly..."

  He walked on.

  Two royal guards appeared beside him—unbidden.

  They walked with him.

  Kras turned to Sylvanas.

  "Look at them.

  They came to him.

  They heard what happened.

  They want to protect him."

  Sylvanas broke chains, freed the mages.

  She nodded.

  "We all do.

  All of us."

  She watched him go.

  And the fire of Aurik burned on.

  The Return of the Flame - When the Prince Bowed

  Prince Asser emerged from the prison gates, his body weakened, blood trailing from his lips. Yet his smile—soft, resolute—radiated warmth.

  Before him stood Jabir, flanked by Mulham and Jawaher.

  Men, women, children, soldiers, and guards gathered in silence, their eyes fixed on the prince.

  Asser bowed low, his voice barely audible:

  "I offer my apology... to all of you.

  Two nights from now, you are all invited...

  to Princess Kasrahh's banquet."

  Jabir burst into laughter, raised his enchanted weapon skyward, and fired a volley of blue sparks that lit the sky like celebratory stars.

  "Free dinner for everyone!"

  The crowd erupted in laughter. Children ran toward Asser, gazing at him—then up at the glowing sky.

  A soldier barked at Jabir:

  "You there! Stop firing your weapon so recklessly in front of the prince!"

  "Oh dear..." Jabir muttered.

  Swords were raised. Cheers rang out:

  "Victory for Aurik!"

  Asser continued forward, Jabir trailing behind.

  "Stay back, greedy merchant..." Asser murmured, coughing.

  "Greedy? I'm a generous, handsome merchant, Your Majesty!"

  "Come along, fool..."

  "Gladly, Your Majesty. It's an honor to be summoned to the palace as your fool."

  The royal guards exchanged puzzled glances.

  —

  Inside the palace, the royal court watched in silence as Asser entered, his soldiers behind him.

  Jabir strode ahead, calling out:

  "Where's the feast you promised me, Your Majesty? Was it all a trick?"

  Asser ascended the grand staircase toward his chamber.

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  Jabir leaned in, whispering:

  "They were preparing a counterattack...

  But Prince Asser sensed it.

  They backed down when they saw me—and the soldiers."

  —

  At the top of the stairs, Asser found Varon waiting.

  "Welcome back, Your Majesty."

  Varon drew his sword.

  Jabir followed, voice booming:

  "Well done, noble guard!

  You protected the princesses with honor!

  I salute you!"

  Varon sheathed his blade.

  Asser opened the door to his chamber, leaned in, and whispered:

  "I'll leave your fate in Princess Kasrahh's hands.

  You have time to flee... if you choose."

  Varon met his gaze in silence.

  Asser closed the door.

  Jabir turned to Varon:

  "Shall I tell you tales of the sea?"

  "Silence..." Varon replied, without turning.

  —

  Outside, the sky was dark.

  But the green comet still shimmered—casting a soft, magical glow.

  And the deep blue star pulsed gently, as if watching.

  Aurik had not yet healed.

  But the flame had returned.

  And the prince had bowed.

  The Flame Sleeps - The Shadow Returns

  Prince Asser entered his chamber.

  There, he saw Princess Kasrahh gently holding Sarah in her arms.

  He smiled faintly.

  Removed his sword.

  Sat in the chair.

  Closed his eyes.

  And drifted into deep sleep.

  —

  Outside the prison, the mages emerged—freed by the assassins and mercenaries of Korta's tunnels.

  Sylvanas stepped out with Kras.

  "Finally...

  We did it."

  She turned—and smiled.

  Jawaher ran to her, arms wide.

  "Sylvanas!"

  Mulham, behind them, chuckled.

  "I think we've earned some rest.

  I'm exhausted."

  Kras watched the mages reunite with their families. Some headed straight to the Mage Guild.

  Laika was the last to leave.

  She walked slowly, surveying the freed mages.

  "Back to your posts tomorrow!" she called.

  They turned to her—smiling.

  Viola stepped forward.

  "Excuse me..."

  Sylvanas turned.

  "Yes?"

  "An assassin gave me a message.

  Where is he?

  I want to thank him."

  Sylvanas glanced around.

  "I don't know..."

  Kras whispered:

  "Probably that fool Fouad."

  Jawaher nodded.

  "Definitely him."

  "If it was," Sylvanas said,

  "he's gone.

  Far away.

  Might be a while before he returns."

  Viola nodded.

  "Then thank him for me.

  Please."

  "Of course."

  Viola walked away, smiling—despite the scars and bruises.

  Jawaher looked at the mages.

  "What did they do to them..."

  Kras's voice was low.

  "I saw the torture tools.

  Scattered in their cells."

  Mulham sighed.

  "It's tragic.

  But at least they're free.

  And by the prince's own hand."

  He clapped his hands.

  "Now—how about one last drink?

  My treat."

  Kras grinned.

  "Absolutely."

  Sylvanas glanced around.

  "Where's Jabir?"

  Jawaher smiled.

  "He went with Prince Asser.

  He'll be back."

  "Remarkable," Sylvanas said.

  "He's his cousin.

  But he doesn't care for royal life.

  He's... different.

  That's what I like about him."

  "He's a mad merchant," Kras muttered.

  Sylvanas laughed softly.

  Mulham gestured.

  "Come on. Let's go."

  —

  Laika entered the palace.

  She climbed the stairs—no sign of Varon.

  She looked left, then right.

  Confused.

  She dispelled her enchantment and entered the chamber.

  There, she saw Asser asleep in his chair, still in armor.

  Kasrahh slept beside Sarah, holding her close.

  Laika smiled.

  "Well then, King Caesar...

  Your family is together again."

  She approached Sarah, placed her hand gently on her chest, and began a fire enchantment.

  Sarah's body glowed softly.

  A knock at the door.

  "Who is it?"

  "It's me—Qadir."

  "Come in."

  Qadir entered, eyes scanning the room.

  He saw Sarah's frail body.

  His fists clenched.

  "When will she wake?"

  Laika closed her eyes.

  "Perhaps...

  At sunrise."

  Qadir's face shifted.

  "Then I'll prepare a feast.

  Just for them."

  Laika smiled, continued the spell.

  She glanced at Asser—blood still trickling from his mouth.

  "He unleashed a devastating strike...

  Reckless.

  Kind.

  I've never seen him like this."

  She looked at Kasrahh and Sarah.

  "This is all because of you two...

  You little troublemakers."

  She finished the enchantment.

  Turned to the window.

  Her expression changed.

  She felt it.

  Dais had returned.

  "So... he's back.

  What is he planning now?

  We've shattered his schemes—

  If they were all of them..."

  Laika closed her eyes.

  Her hands ignited.

  A volcanic crimson aura enveloped her.

  "I'll watch everything in this palace.

  I won't let him touch them."

  —

  Elsewhere in the palace—

  Jabir wandered the halls with Varon.

  "Leave me alone, you lunatic."

  "No, no, no.

  We agreed to walk the palace together, remember?"

  "I remember nothing."

  —

  Dais returned to the royal court.

  Half the council was gone.

  Some fled.

  Some... were dead.

  He sat at the center.

  And smiled.

  The Valley of Wonders - When the Flame Met the Green

  In the Valley of Wonders, the village of Lajira shimmered with renewal.

  Mowj arrived alongside Jamih and Qaws, smiling, waving, laughing.

  Lainas stepped out to greet them.

  "Welcome back!"

  Jamih nodded silently.

  Mowj paused, eyes wide as he took in the transformation.

  "Wow...

  You fixed everything.

  The village shines again!"

  The fields of Lajira were lush and green. The cottages had been rebuilt. A new building stood tall, crowned with a bold wooden sign.

  Qaws leaned toward Jamih.

  "Look... it's..."

  "The tea girl," Jamih said quietly.

  "Green Comet men... an academy, huh?"

  Mowj grinned and sprinted toward the academy.

  Jamih gave a faint smile and turned to Lainas.

  "She works hard," Lainas said.

  "She fought one of their men.

  They're persistent. Smart.

  They use their spells wisely."

  Jamih's voice was calm, reflective.

  "Good.

  That girl trained my men once.

  She did it well.

  She changed their thinking.

  She stripped away their selfishness."

  Lainas blinked, surprised by Jamih's words.

  —

  Qaws greeted the villagers and sat among them.

  One man laughed:

  "Lidra missed you, you know!"

  "Really?" Qaws blinked.

  "She asked about me?"

  The assassins and the men of the Luminous Tree burst into laughter.

  "What? What's so funny?!"

  Around them, the village pulsed with life.

  Women cooked. Men harvested. Healers mixed herbs. Warriors trained. Children played.

  One child held a wooden sword, shouting:

  "SILA!"

  A group of children approached Jamih slowly, hesitant.

  Lainas smiled.

  "I think they want to give you something..."

  One boy stepped forward, trembling.

  Jamih stared—unblinking.

  The boy held out a small glass vial.

  Jamih raised an eyebrow.

  "What is this?"

  The children behind him trembled.

  Lainas smiled. The guards watched, puzzled.

  Jamih took the vial, examined it.

  The boy stammered:

  "It's... it's medicine.

  You can take it... if you feel tired.

  I learned it from Miss Lidra..."

  Jamih slipped the vial into his pocket.

  The boy's face shifted—hope flickering.

  Jamih leaned down.

  The boy flinched, eyes shut.

  "What's your name?" Jamih asked softly.

  "R... Rafi'..."

  Jamih placed a hand on the boy's head.

  "Well done, Rafi'.

  I look forward to the next medicine you make."

  The children froze.

  Lainas was stunned.

  The guards. The assassins. The villagers—all silent.

  Rafi' opened his eyes.

  Jamih gave a faint smile, then turned toward the academy.

  "Let's see what the tea girl is up to..."

  Rafi' stood frozen, hand on his head, trembling.

  Then he burst out:

  "I did it!!!"

  Lainas laughed aloud.

  The guards chuckled.

  The children giggled, some jealous, some cheering.

  Rafi' ran to his mother's arms.

  His father lifted him high.

  "He asked me to make more medicine!" Rafi' cried.

  "Teach me!

  I want to learn everything!"

  His mother smiled.

  His father laughed.

  —

  Above them, the sky was clear.

  The Green Comet glowed bright.

  And the deep blue star pulsed gently.

  The valley was alive.

  And the flame had met the green.

  Mowj stepped into the academy.

  The soldiers stood.

  And bowed.

  Mowj flinched.

  "No, no! That's not necessary!"

  "Mowj!" Lidra called out.

  The trainees stared, wide-eyed.

  Mowj smiled and embraced her.

  "We did it.

  Falia is restored.

  They're distributing seeds and medicine to the other villages.

  All we need now..."

  He turned to the trainees.

  Lidra followed his gaze.

  "I tested them.

  They passed.

  Lainas came yesterday.

  They passed his trial too."

  Jamih entered.

  The soldiers turned.

  Lidra smiled.

  "Welcome back."

  Jamih's eyes lingered on her neck.

  Then on Mowj.

  Mowj met his gaze.

  "I haven't forgotten."

  Jamih scanned the room.

  Silence spread.

  Some trainees looked nervous.

  Others afraid.

  "That's why I didn't assign you a test," Lidra said.

  "You'd make them flee."

  Jamih smirked.

  "You look like a bunch of tea brewers."

  The soldiers said nothing.

  "What?" Lidra snapped.

  Mowj burst out laughing.

  Lidra smiled.

  "Mowj, it's time.

  The first graduating class of the Green Comet Academy.

  They'll lead the purification caravans—

  Facing infected villagers.

  Restoring peace."

  "You must test them.

  If they pass, they'll join the Green Comet Battalion.

  They'll receive their armor.

  I've arranged everything with Commander Lainas."

  Mowj looked at them.

  Thoughtful.

  Jamih shrugged.

  "No need to overthink.

  Ask them their goals.

  Test one random spell.

  They're ready.

  Lainas and the tea girl did their part."

  Lidra smiled at Jamih.

  Mowj nodded.

  "Alright.

  You men—

  After graduation, you'll be the frontline against the Black Order.

  Against anyone who dares threaten peace."

  He began questioning them, one by one.

  Lidra watched him speak.

  She turned to Jamih.

  "He's changed...

  So much.

  He never spoke like this before.

  You changed him, old man.

  I'm grateful."

  Jamih raised an eyebrow.

  "I doubt they passed your test.

  Probably bribed you with books."

  "What?!"

  Jamih glanced at Mowj.

  And walked out.

  —

  Mowj continued the trials.

  Then moved to the practical tests.

  Outside, Jamih leaned against the main gate.

  Sipping quietly.

  Lainas joined him.

  They spoke in low tones.

  —

  Inside, Lidra clapped.

  "Congratulations to those who passed.

  Those who didn't—

  You'll retake the trials until you're ready.

  New instructors begin tomorrow.

  Don't give up.

  I want to see you fight for us one day!"

  "Haa!" the trainees shouted.

  Mowj smiled.

  "Well done."

  "We'll prepare dinner for you tonight," Lidra added.

  —

  That night, the feast was served.

  The graduates ate proudly.

  Lainas and Jamih sat at one table.

  Lidra, Mowj, and Qaws sat at another.

  Lidra stood.

  "Commander Jamih will present your armor.

  Line up!"

  The villagers cheered.

  Families wept with pride.

  The graduates stood—nervous, trembling.

  Jamih looked at Lidra, Mowj, and Lainas.

  He closed his eyes.

  Sighed.

  And stood.

  Children watched with wide eyes.

  Jamih began handing out the armor—one by one.

  Families applauded.

  Soldiers cheered.

  Assassins laughed.

  Qaws placed a drink beside Lidra.

  "Thank you," she whispered.

  "I've been talking nonstop.

  My throat's dry."

  Qaws removed his cloak.

  Revealed his face.

  Smiled.

  Jamih handed out the final armor.

  "We entrust this legacy to you—

  The Green Comet Battalion.

  In our absence, you will protect, heal, and resist.

  Until your voices echo across Silva."

  "Yes, sir!" the battalion roared.

  Mowj stood.

  Closed his eyes.

  A powerful green aura surged from him.

  The Green Comet blazed across the sky.

  The battalion's armor glowed with green light.

  The villagers gasped.

  It was a breathtaking sight.

  Mowj opened his eyes.

  "Uncle Jamih gave you his will.

  I give you my strength."

  "Haa!" the battalion shouted.

  —

  The feast ended.

  Night fell.

  The village grew quiet.

  Jamih, Lainas, Mowj, Lidra, and Qaws gathered in the central hall of Lajira.

  Jamih spoke first.

  "Our journey begins now."

  Mowj nodded.

  Lainas watched him.

  Qaws and Lidra said nothing.

  But their eyes burned with purpose.

  The Division - When the Comet Whispered

  Mowj stood before them.

  "We've divided our objectives into three groups."

  He placed a hand over his chest.

  "Miss Lidra and I will head toward the Kingdom of Leona.

  We've received a call from Uncle Senil, the Guardian of Silva.

  There's a sickness in the waters—something unknown.

  I intend to study it... and cure it."

  The room fell silent.

  Lainas stepped forward.

  "Do you need soldiers to accompany you?"

  Jamih watched Mowj closely.

  "No.

  It's a disease we don't understand.

  Bringing soldiers may only increase the risk of infection."

  Lainas nodded.

  "Then take care."

  "I will," Mowj replied.

  Lidra spoke with quiet confidence.

  "We'll find a cure.

  I'm sure of it."

  Jamih's voice cut through.

  "I'll go to the Kingdom of Aurik.

  I need to assess the situation...

  And speak with my allies.

  Perhaps I can gather more."

  Mowj turned to Qaws and Lainas.

  "You two will sail from Falia's port—

  Toward the forgotten lands of Leonithra."

  Qaws's face shifted at the name.

  Jamih added:

  "A ship is ready.

  Take what supplies and men you need.

  This journey... is unpredictable."

  Lidra's tone sharpened.

  "Beware the sailors wearing Leonithra's crest.

  They're dangerous—mercenaries like Luthor.

  Some may be tied to the Black Order."

  Mowj nodded.

  "We're looking for pirates.

  They're the ones resisting the Black Order and its mercenaries."

  Lainas sighed.

  "The irony...

  It's tragic."

  Jamih's voice dropped.

  "If you find Luthor and his men..."

  Qaws opened his mouth to speak.

  Mowj interrupted.

  "Capture them.

  Bring them to Lajira.

  Try them here.

  And if they resist—

  If they harm the innocent..."

  Jamih's voice was cold.

  "Kill them."

  Qaws nodded slowly.

  The wind whispered against the walls.

  The night was still.

  The Green Comet glowed softly.

  The deep blue star pulsed above.

  "Is everything clear?" Mowj asked.

  Qaws stepped forward.

  "So we're to find allies beyond the sea?

  That suits me.

  I've dealt with pirates before."

  "Good," Mowj said.

  "You may forge alliances.

  Negotiate.

  Cooperate where you can."

  Lidra's voice was firm.

  "But be cautious.

  A pirate is still a pirate.

  He'll betray you the moment he sees the upper hand."

  Jamih added:

  "They're desperate.

  Searching for someone to lead them.

  Fighting death to cling to life.

  Use that.

  Make them feel like part of your crew.

  Pirates betray alliances—

  But betraying their captain...

  That's the greatest crime they know."

  Lainas and Qaws nodded.

  Mowj exhaled.

  "That's everything."

  Jamih turned.

  "Get some rest.

  At dawn, we part ways."

  He left.

  Qaws leapt through the window.

  Lidra walked beside Mowj.

  Lainas remained.

  The lantern flickered.

  And the comet watched.

  Morning in Lajira - When the Paths Diverged

  Morning broke over Lajira.

  Mowj stirred from sleep, drawn by the sounds of chatter and the scent of warm food drifting through the air.

  He opened his eyes.

  Villagers and soldiers had gathered.

  Lidra stood nearby. Qaws and Lainas had already packed their gear.

  Mowj rose and stepped out of the cottage.

  All eyes turned to him.

  "Good morning!" Lidra called.

  "Good morning... everyone," Mowj replied, his voice heavy with sleep.

  "Come on," Qaws said. "Let's eat quickly. The food's incredible."

  Lainas looked around at the villagers watching him.

  "So this is goodbye, huh?

  Look at Lajira—what it was, and what it's become.

  It didn't happen on its own.

  We did this.

  Hand in hand.

  And our brothers gave their lives for this day.

  Let's remember that."

  The villagers—men, women, children, guards—listened in silence.

  Lainas sat and ate.

  Mowj washed his face, joined them, and smiled at the villagers.

  "What's with the long faces?

  If you want to see me...

  Just look up.

  I'll be in the sky."

  He stood and walked toward the cemetery.

  There, beneath the stone of Senil's grave, he closed his eyes.

  "Watch me, Uncle Senil.

  I'm heading there now."

  He smiled, returned to his bag, and pulled out a green gemstone.

  "Watch me, Aunt... Grandma...

  I'm still here."

  Inside the bag, he found a necklace—bearing the fang of a beast from the Valley of Wonders.

  He stared at it, surprised.

  —

  Lidra packed her books, weapons, and gear.

  As she stepped out of the academy, she called to the trainees:

  "Good luck!

  I'm counting on you.

  I hope our paths cross again."

  —

  Lainas walked through the village, tears in his eyes.

  "Take care of yourselves!" he shouted.

  The villagers waved, many in tears.

  He turned to Qaws.

  "I'll wait for you beyond the gates."

  —

  Mowj approached Qaws.

  "I'm counting on you."

  Qaws smiled, extended his hand.

  "Take care of yourself, Mowj.

  And take care of the lady."

  "Don't worry," Mowj replied.

  He walked toward Lainas.

  Lainas looked at him.

  "Do you remember the first time you came here?

  It was hopeless.

  We were under attack.

  The village was in ruins.

  When we saw you...

  We thought you'd brought thieves."

  He laughed.

  "Now the man who once attacked us...

  Lies in our cemetery.

  He gave his life for us."

  Mowj smiled.

  "It's true.

  Everything unfolded strangely.

  From the moment I left my village...

  From parting with Grandma Shandriz and Aunt...

  Until today."

  Lainas extended his hand.

  "It was an honor fighting beside you, Mowj.

  Let's meet again when this is over."

  "Absolutely," Mowj said, shaking his hand.

  —

  Back in the village, Qaws approached Lidra with a small bouquet.

  "What's this?" she asked.

  Qaws smiled, awkward.

  "A farewell gift?"

  Lidra laughed, took the flowers.

  "You're an idiot."

  Qaws chuckled softly.

  They walked toward the exit.

  —

  Lainas had already begun walking.

  Suddenly, Qaws bent down, kissed Lidra's hand, and dashed off.

  "See you soon!

  Take care of yourself—and Mowj!"

  Lidra's face flushed.

  She watched him go.

  "See you soon..." she whispered.

  —

  Mowj reached her.

  His expression shifted.

  "Wait...

  Where's Uncle Jamih?"

  Lidra's face changed.

  "He left earlier.

  We spoke.

  Qaws wanted to wake you, but Jamih stopped him."

  "Which way is Aurik?"

  "You're not...

  Don't tell me you're going after him!"

  "No."

  Lidra pointed.

  "Look at the sand dune.

  Those footprints...

  They're his."

  Mowj ran toward the dune.

  Lidra called out:

  "Where are you going?!"

  The Shout

  Mowj climbed the sand dune with urgency.

  Below, Lainas, Qaws, the assassins, and the warriors of the Luminous Tree marched toward Falia.

  Lainas glanced back.

  "Qaws... look.

  It's Mowj.

  He's at the top of the dune."

  Qaws smiled.

  "He's looking for the commander.

  Of course he is."

  The villagers gathered, watching Mowj from below.

  Lidra followed him, breathless.

  At the summit, Mowj stood tall.

  His breath heavy.

  His eyes scanned the horizon—far ahead, he saw Jamih and the assassins, distant silhouettes.

  He reached into his cloak.

  Placed the necklace around his neck.

  And screamed.

  So loud, the Green Comet pulsed in the morning sky.

  "UNCLE!!"

  Lainas smiled.

  Qaws laughed.

  —

  Far away, one of the assassins turned.

  "Commander...

  It's Mowj.

  He's shouting."

  Jamih stopped.

  Turned.

  The sound reached them.

  The assassins laughed.

  —

  Mowj's tears fell freely.

  "I loved the gift!

  I'm wearing it!

  I'll always wear it!

  Please...

  Take care of yourself!

  I want to see you again!"

  He gasped.

  Lidra placed a hand on his shoulder.

  "Thank you for everything!

  I... I...

  I love you!

  And I'll never forget you!"

  Mowj collapsed, sobbing.

  Lidra held him close.

  "We've already been defeated...

  Before reaching Leona."

  —

  Lainas smiled.

  Qaws pulled his cloak tighter.

  They walked on.

  The assassins and warriors smiled quietly.

  —

  Among Jamih's group, some laughed.

  Some wept.

  None had ever seen a moment like this.

  None had expected it.

  Jamih kept walking.

  Then, suddenly—

  He laughed.

  Loud.

  Unrestrained.

  The assassins stared, stunned.

  Jamih laughed until he stopped.

  Then said:

  "Foolish boy..."

  And continued walking.

  Toward the Kingdom of Aurik.

  The Winter Court of Aurik - When Silence Held Its Breath

  The next morning in the Kingdom of Ember—Aurik.

  The royal palace stood solemn beneath a pale winter sky. Bitter winds howled through the sandstone towers, their enchanted walls shimmering faintly as the gusts struck with icy force. The season had turned, and with it, the kingdom felt hollowed.

  Inside the royal chamber, Prince Asser stirred.

  His breath was shallow. His limbs heavy.

  He opened his eyes to find Laika seated beside the sleeping Princess Sarah. Princess Kasrahh was already awake, cradling her sister gently.

  Asser tried to rise, his voice barely audible.

  "Good morning..."

  Laika turned, her voice soft but firm.

  "You're awake... finally. I've been waiting."

  Kasrahh stood, her eyes glistening.

  "Brother... thank you. For everything."

  Asser bowed his head.

  "You were right, sister. I was foolish... for not listening."

  Laika stepped forward, uneasy.

  "There's no need for apologies."

  But Asser's voice grew steadier.

  "I must. I silenced her... for too long. Because of my ignorance. I swear to you—I'll do everything I can. I'll find a way to wake Sarah."

  Kasrahh embraced him.

  "I believe you. We'll do it together. You're not alone."

  She looked down at Sarah, her expression shifting.

  "She's asleep. The symptoms are gone... but she won't wake."

  Laika's gaze was fixed on the princess.

  "I shattered the curse that suppressed her power. But now... we need healing. True healing. Magic beyond what we've used."

  Asser's grip tightened around his sword.

  "Damn it... The Luminous Tree has fallen. There's no one left to help us. This... this is my fault."

  Kasrahh placed a hand on his armor.

  "Don't do that. Don't carry this alone. Promise me you won't blame yourself."

  Asser exhaled.

  "How can I not? I ruined—"

  Kasrahh's tears fell.

  "Enough..."

  He paused.

  "I'm sorry."

  Laika smiled faintly.

  "Don't say that. We'll find a cure. I swear it. I'll work with the guild. I'll do everything."

  Asser turned toward the door.

  "Right... I almost forgot. The morning tribunal begins now."

  He looked at Laika, raising his sword.

  "You're required to attend. For the hearing of your execution."

  Kasrahh's face went pale.

  "Execution?! What is this?!"

  Laika nodded calmly.

  "Understood."

  Asser paused at the threshold.

  "Kasrahh... your personal guard."

  "Varon?"

  "Yes. He's a traitor. A conspirator. I gave him a choice—stay and face your judgment... or flee."

  Kasrahh's voice cracked.

  "Me? Judgment?!"

  "Yes."

  He closed the door behind him.

  The corridor was cold. Empty. The guards had been dismissed.

  Asser muttered to himself.

  "I had them expelled... What a fool I've been."

  He entered the throne hall—vast, echoing, and vacant.

  He summoned a servant.

  "Bring me the High Chamberlain. And any remaining advisors. If they refuse... tell me."

  From the shadows, Jabir emerged, stretching.

  "What a night... I wandered until dawn."

  Asser didn't flinch.

  "Wandering? That's not surprising."

  Jabir dropped into a chair.

  "Your Majesty, allow me this humble seat. Let this charming merchant bask in your royal presence."

  Asser narrowed his eyes.

  "You're insufferable. Where is he?"

  "Still in the palace, I believe. Perhaps detained by the High Chamberlain... or perhaps..."

  "We'll see. Until my sister arrives."

  Jabir leaned forward.

  "How is Princess Sarah? I heard the dreadful news. I'm sorry."

  "We don't need your pity. She's afflicted by a strange curse. Laika broke it. The symptoms vanished. But she remains asleep."

  Jabir stroked his chin.

  "Hmm... troubling. And with the fall of the Luminous Tree... our strength has waned."

  Asser turned sharply.

  "What?"

  "I visited that place once. It was sacred. Healing. Pure. When I heard it was destroyed... I felt something shift. As if my magic itself had dimmed. It was more than a monument—it was a source. A conduit. Like a parchment that grants access to vast magic. The invaders... they knew what they were doing. That's what makes them terrifying."

  Asser stared at him.

  "You... That's valuable insight. Despite your arrogance."

  Jabir bowed.

  "Thank you for the warm praise, Your Majesty."

  Laika entered.

  "Oh? You're here?"

  "Of course."

  She looked at Asser.

  He nodded.

  She sat beside him.

  Jabir whispered.

  "Things are returning to order. That's good."

  Then, with mock solemnity:

  "I'm deeply saddened. I had hoped Batalos, the great guildmaster, would restore everything!"

  Laika smirked.

  "You're truly ridiculous, Jabir."

  "Why? He was entertaining. His face promised a thousand futures. A golden age for Aurik. I imagined King Caesar himself smiling in pride!"

  Laika chuckled quietly.

  Asser snapped.

  "Enough. You talk too much. And don't speak of my father."

  "Forgive me. Deeply sorry, Your Majesty."

  Asser sighed.

  The advisors began to arrive—one by one.

  They stood in silence.

  Asser's voice was cold. Measured.

  "You may sit."

  The last to enter was Dais, the High Chamberlain.

  Asser's gaze hardened.

  Jabir grinned.

  "Ah! The High Chamberlain. Good morning, sir."

  Asser gestured.

  "You may sit."

  —

  Outside the royal chamber, in the corridor—

  Varon arrived.

  He knocked once.

  From inside, Kasrahh's voice called:

  "Who's there?"

  Varon said nothing.

  He entered.

  Ross Out!!