2. The day when it all started.

> Place : Hyden Castle

> Realm : Aracaneaum

> Ethan’s Status : 3 Zyk in Fairy age (5.5 yr in human age), 3’6’’ft, growing up.

> Time : Morning, 1048th Rev of Timestar.

> Population : 0.00000000000000001% (Only Ten fairies and Ethan)

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After some moment, Ethan began to stir in Flora’s lap, his tiny form shifting as he slowly woke up. Flora's heart swelled with joy at the sight of him, and she couldn’t help but smile widely, her earlier tears now forgotten.

Flora: (her voice filled with affection and relief) "Conjor, Flower." (her smile growing even brighter as she sees his cute, sleepy face) "Look who’s up!" (she leans down and plants a gentle kiss on his forehead)

Ethan: (his voice sleepy and soft, but full of warmth) "Flora… Conjor."

His small, drowsy voice melted the hearts of all the fairies. The tension that had gripped them moments before seemed to dissolve in the light of Ethan’s innocent smile. For now, Zovrath and the fears surrounding it were pushed aside as the fairies focused on making the morning as bright and joyful as ever.

Aria: (grinning mischievously) "Well, well, if it isn’t our little sleepyhead, finally awake! I was starting to think you’d sleep through the whole day!"

Sylph: (giggling as she joins in) "Oh, don’t tease him, Aria! Our little firefly just needed a few extra niuts of beauty sleep. Right, Ethan?"

Ethan: (rubbing his eyes, still half-asleep) "Mmm… beauty sleep? Do I look more handsome now?"

Luna: (laughing softly, ruffling his hair) "You’re the most handsome little guy in the whole realm! No extra sleep needed!"

Tara: (chiming in with a wink) "But if you keep this up, we might start charging you rent for Flora’s lap. It’s prime real estate, you know!"

Mira: (gently poking his side, her voice playful) "Oh, but I think he’s got us all wrapped around his little finger. No one’s kicking him out of Flora’s lap anytime soon!"

Zara: (smiling warmly, adding her own gentle tease) "He’s got us right where he wants us, doesn’t he? Smart boy."

Nia: (leaning down to brush a strand of hair from Ethan’s face) "And we wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve got us all charmed, little one."

Elara: (her earlier tension easing, she strokes his hair soothingly) "You’re our special little guy, Ethan. No matter what, we’re always here for you."

Ethan giggled as each fairy took turns playfully teasing and doting on him, their voices filled with affection. The room was filled with laughter, the earlier tension now fully replaced by the warmth and love they all shared.

Ethan: (grinning widely, feeling safe and loved) "You’re all so silly! But I love you all!"

Flora: (holding him close, her heart overflowing with love) "And we love you more than anything, Flower."

Flora gently stood Ethan up, giving him a tender pat on the back, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

Flora: (smiling) "Now go and spread the love, little one." (she winked playfully) "I’ll whip up some morning brew for all of us."

Ethan glanced around mischievously, then suddenly collapsed into Lira’s arms, feigning lifelessness with a dramatic flair.

Ethan: (in an exaggerated, faint voice) "Lira!"

Lira effortlessly caught him, her strong arms cradling him with ease. She laughed, showering his face with playful kisses, squeezing him just enough to make him squirm with giggles.

Lira: (grinning, her voice teasing) "Oh no! What happened to our brave little warrior? Did someone forget how to stand on his own two feet?"

Ethan chuckled, trying to wriggle free but only succeeding in getting more kisses.

Sylph: (Taking Ethan in her lap) "Come here you little firefly. Give me your hand…!"

She took his small hand in her and smells it, "Ahh..Much better now”, his scent always make her smile contented and peaceful. She leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, her lips warm like the sun. Ethan’s face lit up with a big grin.

Luna: (slipping in beside Sylph, she tapped Ethan’s nose gently) "You know, Ethan, I think you’re just pretending to be helpless so you can get more attention. Well, it’s working!"

She leaned down and kissed his forehead, her affection making him beam even brighter.

Aria: (giggling, she poked Ethan’s side) "Careful, Ethan! With all this attention, you might start thinking you’re a acuni or something!"

Ethan laughed, his eyes sparkling as Aria ruffled his hair before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Mira: (with a soft smile, she gently squeezed his hand) "An Acuni, huh? Well, if that’s the case, you’re definitely the acuni of charm."

She leaned in to kiss his other cheek, making sure he was thoroughly adored on all sides.

Tara: (chiming in with a mischievous grin) "Or maybe he’s the acuni of tricks, always finding a way to get all the kisses! Mwah"

Tara winked at Ethan before kissing his small lips, her affection mingled with a touch of playful magic.

Nia: (softly stroking his cheek) "And who could resist such a sweet acuni? We’re all under your spell, Ethan."

She kissed his temple, her touch filled with gentle warmth.

Zara: (leaning in last, her voice calm and full of love) "But remember, even a acuni needs to know he’s loved, just for being himself."

She kissed his forehead, her affection as steady as her wisdom.

Ethan: (grinning wide, his voice playful but sincere) "I love you all."

Each fairy in unison "And we love you too."

Ethan, now thoroughly kissed and adored, slipped out of Lira’s arms with a grin. He might have been small, but in that moment, surrounded by the love of his fairy family, he felt ten feet tall. The room filled with laughter and warmth, the bond between them stronger than ever.

As Flora returned with the tray, carrying glasses of morning brew for everyone, she handed them out with a warm smile. Then she settled herself comfortably on the bed, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Ethan.

Flora: (smiling lovingly) "Come here, little bud. I made your favorite drink just for you."

Ethan, his face lighting up, glanced up at Lira. Lira, understanding exactly what he wanted, gave a knowing smile and nodded.

Lira: (with a playful tone) "Go on, fill that small tummy of yours. Then, I’ll teach you some new moves."

With that, Ethan dashed over to Flora, climbing straight into her lap. Flora cradled him close, covering his face with gentle kisses, making him giggle.

Flora: (softly) "Now, have your fill, my little bud. I want you to grow up strong."

The fairies, now with their morning brew in hand, sipped and chatted, the earlier tension around Zovrath seemingly dissolved. The room was filled with laughter and warmth as they enjoyed the morning, all eyes occasionally drifting to Ethan, their hearts swelling with affection at his cheerful demeanor.

Ethan: (curious, as he tries to piece together his thoughts) "Elara?"

Elara turned to him, her voice gentle and attentive.

Elara: (warmly) "Yes, baby. What is it?"

Ethan: (slowly, as if trying to recall something) "I slept with you last night... but I woke up in Flora’s lap. And...and.... something feels off. Like... I can’t really explain it, but it’s like something’s missing or... different."

The fairies exchanged worried glances, their earlier concerns rushing back. They knew he was on the verge of remembering the aftermath of the nightmare, the scene where he’d been panting and they’d tried desperately to calm him.

Flora quickly decided to steer the conversation away from the troubling thoughts.

Flora: (with a light, teasing tone) "I bet it was just one of your weird dreams." (She smiled, trying to keep her voice playful.)

Sylph immediately caught on, eager to help distract him.

Sylph: (with a mischievous grin) "Like that one where you were running naked through the hallway! I actually loved that dream."

Her comment drew laughter from everyone, including Ethan, who brightened up at the silliness.

Ethan: (laughing) "Hey, I never dream that! But it sounds fun. Can I do it today, Flora?"

Flora’s concern for his health peeked through her gentle laughter.

Flora: (smiling, but with a hint of worry) "No, sweetheart. You’ll catch a cold. Maybe in the letyum."

Ethan: (nodding, taking another sip, then pausing) "Okay.......(took a sip and with a pause) but it wasn’t a dream. I remember you all saying I’m safe here... safe with you. But I can’t really remember what it was about. Elara, tell me."

His protest was firm, his curiosity piqued. The fairies exchanged uneasy glances. He was remembering the aftermath, but not the nightmare itself.

Elara looked around at the others, her heart heavy with the knowledge they were trying to protect him from. She hesitated, unsure of how to respond without revealing too much, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and love.

Elara: (with a gentle smile) "It was nothing, sweetie. You were sleeping with me, but then you started calling 'Flora….Flora' in your sleep." (She mimicked his voice playfully, clearly making up the scene to keep his curiosity at bay.) "So, I handed you to Flora, and she took care of you."

Nia: (joining in with a warm grin) "And guess what? You calmed down the moment Flora held you in her arms. We all love seeing you so peaceful."

Tara: (pouting playfully) "Next time, though, please call for me! I want to snuggle you too."

Ethan chuckled, his earlier concerns momentarily forgotten as he finished his brew. Flora smiled, taking the empty glass from him.

Flora: "Well done, my little bud. Now go on and enjoy some snuggles."

Ethan hopped up and moved over to Zara’s lap, where she welcomed him with open arms, kissing him affectionately.

Zara: (smiling) "Here comes my little bookworm." (She planted another kiss on his forehead.)

But Ethan’s curiosity lingered, a question still tugging at his mind. He looked up at Zara with those wide, questioning eyes.

Ethan: "Zara, you were there too, right?"

Zara: (with a teasing tone) "Where, my love? In your dreams? I must have been there, catching you when you were running naked."

Ethan: (laughing) "Nooo. You were telling me to just close my eyes and let go. What was that about?"

The laughter in the room faded as the weight of his words settled in. The fairies exchanged serious glances. Ethan was remembering fragments, and they couldn’t brush it off any longer. Zara hesitated, her playful demeanor slipping as she looked to Elara for guidance. Elara nodded slightly, signaling that they needed to address his concerns.

Zara: (gently) "Well, sweetie, I think it might have just been a dream."

Ethan: (insistent) "But it felt so real. I still remember parts of it."

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Elara, sensing the lingering distress in his mind, opened her arms.

Elara: (softly) "Come here, love. Let me see."

Zara gave him a reassuring smile.

Zara: "Go."

Ethan moved into Elara's lap, where she wrapped her arms around him, cradling him close. She kissed his cheek tenderly.

Elara: (whispering) "Mwah!, my little Vull..."

Ethan nestled into her, his small arms wrapping around her as he rested his head against her soft chest.

Ethan: (softly) "Elara…"

Elara: (trying to keep her voice steady, hiding the pain in her heart) "Now, let me see what’s bothering my little bug. It might make you feel a bit dizzy, okay? So hold on tight."

Ethan nodded, his trust in Elara unwavering. He held on to her, feeling safe and loved as she began to use her telepathic magic. Elara’s heart ached as she gently erased the memory of the nightmare’s aftermath from his mind. She didn’t want to do it, but she couldn’t bear to see him troubled by something so dark.

Elara: (managing to smile despite the tears welling up inside) "So, how was your sleep? Did you sleep well?"

Ethan: (with his usual bright smile) "Yes, Elara. I dreamt of all of you."

Elara: (stroking his hair) "That’s wonderful. Now, go and cuddle with the others. They’re waiting to shower you with love too."

Ethan, now carefree again, hopped out of Elara’s lap and ran to Aria, who immediately snuggled him close with all the affection she could muster.

As Ethan’s laughter filled the room again, Elara quietly slipped out, her tears finally falling once she was out of sight. The weight of what she’d done pressed heavily on her heart, but she knew it was the right thing to protect him, even if it meant carrying that pain herself.

As Elara quietly slipped out, Flora and Luna exchanged a concerned glance before following her. They found her just outside the room, leaning against the wall with tears streaming down her face.

Luna: (gently placing a comforting hand on Elara’s shoulder) "Rynous, it wasn’t just your decision. We all knew we had no other choice."

Elara: (her voice breaking as she cried) "I never wanted to use it on Ethan. I promised him. It’s so painful seeing him like this... I am breaking the promise again and again......"

Flora: (softly, her own heart heavy) "But Rynous, we don’t have any other options. I know it’s painful for all of us, but we have to protect him."

Elara turned to look at Flora, her eyes filled with desperation.

Elara: "Then let’s tell him. Let’s just tell him everything."

Luna: (gently but firmly) "We can’t, Rynous. You know we can’t. We can’t lose him. He won't understand it....."

Flora: (nodding in agreement, her tone serious) "Mislyra’s right. We can't risk him to hear that name. He might say it unknowingly......"

Elara: (her voice trembling, tears falling freely) "But seeing him like this… I can’t do it anymore. He still kept his promise....even he don't remember it....and I......I can't..."

Luna immediately pulled Elara into a tight hug, holding her close as she tried to soothe her. Flora joined them, wrapping her arms around both of them, sharing in the grief that weighed so heavily on all their hearts. The three fairies stood there, a melancholic trio, their tears mingling as they silently mourned the pain of the choices they had to make for Ethan’s safety.

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In the midst of the heavenly garden, Lira stood tall in the center, her powerful figure exuding both grace and strength. Ethan stood before her, his small frame dwarfed by her presence but filled with determination. The soft, magical grass beneath their feet seemed to cushion their every step, while the vibrant flowers and plants around them glowed with an ethereal light, nurtured by Flora's gentle touch.

Luna sat nearby on the grass, catching her breath after practicing her own combat skills, her eyes glued to Ethan as he mimicked Lira's movements. She couldn’t help but smile, seeing how serious he was, in learning something new.

Lira: (with a firm but encouraging tone) "Alright, Ethan, watch closely. It’s all about balance and precision. Keep your stance low, like this."

Ethan narrowed his eyes in concentration, carefully adjusting his stance to mirror Lira’s. He looked up at her with a hint of his mature side showing in his expression.

Ethan: "Like this? And then, I shift my weight forward to strike?"

Lira: (smiling with pride) "Exactly. You’re getting it, little warrior. Now, try it with more speed."

As Ethan attempted the move, Luna chuckled from her spot on the grass, offering a bit of guidance.

Luna: "Ethan, keep your elbows in. It helps with control."

Ethan nodded seriously, his focus unwavering as he tried again, this time with more precision.

Nearby, Aria, Sylph, and Tara were sprawled out on the grass, making playful comments and cheering him on.

Sylph: (grinning) "Look at my firefly! He’s gonna take us all down soon, I swear!"

Aria: (playfully) "Careful, Ethan, or you’ll have us all running for cover! But next time, try to knock Lira over!"

Tara: (hooting) "You’ve got this, Ethan! Show Lira who’s boss!"

Ethan couldn’t help but smile, their teasing fuelling his determination. He moved through the sequence Lira had shown him, his small body flowing with a maturity that didn’t quite match his size.

Ethan: (smirking as he completed the move) "I’ll be ready to knock Lira soon. Just wait until I master this."

Flora looked up from where she was tending to the plants, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she watched Ethan.

Flora: (teasing gently) "You’re doing wonderfully, Flower. But don’t grow up too fast—we still love the cute, small Ethan we can cuddle!"

Elara: (summoning a bird to her hand, trying to cheer herself up) "That’s right. Stay little and adorable for a bit longer. The world has plenty of time for seriousness."

Nia, who was by the fountain, carefully tending to the fish, chimed in with a soft laugh.

Nia: "Be careful, Ethan—train too hard and you might start looking as serious as Lira!."

Ethan paused, looking around at all of them, his eyes reflecting playful innocence that he held onto. He nodded, a grin spreading across his face as he turned back to Lira.

Ethan: "I won’t grow up too fast. But I’ll be ready when you need me."

Lira: "We know, Ethan. You'll never let us down. Now, let’s see that move one more time. This time, with everything you’ve got!"

Lira's heart swelled with pride as she watched him, knowing that he was trying so hard to be strong for them. She reached out, ruffling his hair affectionately.

Aria: (remembering past) "He's still same!"

Sylph: (recalling the same past) "Yeah. Same kind heart and same spirit…….. I really miss him...."

Tara: (placing gentle hand on Sylph's shoulder) "We all miss him..…..…he is the reason we are here....he saved us… But I love him more now......he is soooo cute...."

Aria (laughing) : 'And mischievous too. I never imagined one day he'll hide my dresses in your wardrobe....'

Sylph : (surprised and smiling) "So it was he who did that...."

They all laughed.

As the training session wound down, Lira stood tall, her arms crossed as she eyed Ethan, who was now sprawled out on the soft grass, drenched in sweat and clearly exhausted. The garden around them was still alive with vibrant energy, the flowers glowing softly and the air filled with the scent of blooming petals. But Ethan, at this moment, wanted nothing more than to melt into the comforting embrace of the earth beneath him.

Ethan: (groaning, his voice muffled by the grass) "Lira… can’t we just… call it a day? The grass is so soft… and I think it’s calling my name…"

Lira chuckled, shaking her head as she leaned down to look him in the eyes, her expression turning more serious.

Lira: "Oh no, you don’t, little warrior. We’re not done yet. A few pushups won’t kill you—and if you want to get stronger, we need to make progress every day. Now, up you get!"

Ethan: (rolling onto his back dramatically) "But Lira… pushups are impossible! It’s like trying to lift the whole garden!"

Nearby, Flora, ever the caring guardian, looked over with concern in her eyes. She could see how tired Ethan was and couldn’t help but step in.

Flora: (gently) "Lira, maybe we can skip the pushups today? He’s worked so hard already, and he looks so tired. A bit of rest won’t hurt, right?"

Lira glanced at Flora, her gaze softening for a moment before she shook her head with determination.

Lira: "I know you’re worried, Flora, but if we let him skip it today, it’ll only get harder tomorrow. I want my champ to be strong, and that means pushing through even when it’s tough. Come on, Ethan, up you go. Just a few pushups, and then you can rest."

Ethan sighed dramatically but, seeing the resolve in Lira’s eyes, knew he couldn’t argue. With a groan, he slowly pushed himself up, much to the amusement of Aria, Sylph, and Tara, who had been lounging nearby, watching with mischievous grins.

Aria: (grinning) "Come on, Ethan, you’ve got this! Just pretend you’re lifting us fairies—light as a feather!"

Sylph: (teasingly) "Yeah, or think of it as pushing the whole world off your shoulders! No pressure!"

Tara: (hooting) "You’re almost there, champ! Just a few more, and we’ll let you collapse!"

With all the fairies’ eyes on him, Ethan couldn’t back down. He got into position beside Lira, his small frame next to her powerful one, and began to push up with all his might.

Ethan: (panting as he struggles through the pushups) "How… do you make this… look so easy, Lira? I feel… like my arms are turning to jelly…"

Luna, still sitting nearby, laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Luna: "It’s all part of the process, Ethan. You’re doing great—just a few more!"

But after a handful of shaky pushups, Ethan couldn’t take it anymore. With a final huff, he collapsed back onto the grass, breathing heavily, his little chest rising and falling rapidly.

Ethan: (panting) "I think… I’m gonna… melt into the grass… Lira, it’s official… pushups are… my nemesis…"

Lira laughed, filled with pride and amusement, and she couldn’t resist scooping him up into her strong arms. She showered him with kisses all over his sweaty forehead and cheeks, playfully squeezing him as she did.

Lira: (grinning as she held him close) "You did great, little warrior! Pushups are tough, but over time, you’ll get stronger. I promise. One day, you’ll be able to do twice as many."

Ethan giggled as she kissed him, his fatigue momentarily forgotten as he basked in the warmth of her affection. But before he could relax completely, Flora approached, her expression a mix of concern and gentle scolding.

Flora: (sternly, but with love) "Ethan, this is what happens when you don’t eat enough! You’re growing, and you need your strength. No more skipping meals, or you’ll only make yourself weaker."

Ethan, still nestled in Lira’s lap, looked up at Flora with a sheepish grin, clearly enjoying the attention despite the scolding.

Ethan: (grinning) "But Flora, your cooking is so good, it makes me too full to move! I was just saving room for more!"

Flora narrowed her eyes at him, but there was a playful glint in them as well. She crossed her arms and leaned in, her tone serious but her eyes soft.

Flora: (warning, but with a smile) "No more excuses. You’re going to eat a full bowl, and I’m going to make sure of it. And if you try to escape, I’ll never talk to you again!"

Ethan’s eyes widened at her mock threat, and he quickly put on a pout, though the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

Ethan: (dramatically) "Alright, alright, I surrender! I’ll eat everything you give me. Just don’t stop talking to me, Flora—I couldn’t survive that!"

The fairies all burst into laughter at Ethan’s antics, the garden filled with their joyful voices. Flora shook her head, unable to keep up the stern act as she gently ruffled his hair.

Flora: (softly) "Good. Now, let’s get you fed and rested, my little flower. You’ve earned it."

With that, the group relaxed, the tension of training giving way to the comforting embrace of family and love. Ethan, nestled safely in Lira’s arms, closed his eyes, feeling completely at peace as the fairies continued to joke and care for him. In that moment, he knew that no matter how tough things got, he would always have them by his side, guiding him every step of the way.

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> Place : Negative Field

> Realm : Aracaneaum

> Ethan’s Status : 11 Zyk in Fairy age (21 yr in human age), 6’6’’ft, Adult

> Time : Morning, 1043rd Rev of Timestar.

> Population : 0.00000000000000001% (Only Ten fairies and Ethan)

The air in the Aracaneum realm was thick with silence, the once vibrant skies now dimmed, reflecting the tragedy that had just unfolded. The ground was scarred and smoking, remnants of a battle lost against Zovrath. All that remained of the great fairy civilization were a few, standing amidst the wreckage, but their hearts were shattered beyond repair.

Ethan knelt on the cracked earth, his wounded body trembling, his tear-filled eyes staring blankly at the ground. His fists clenched at his sides, his breath coming in ragged gasps as sobs wracked his body.

Ethan: (his voice raw, broken) "No... no... I... I’m sorry...I'm sorry.... I couldn’t save you. I failed... I failed everyone."

His words cracked under the weight of his grief, his head hanging as if even his own sorrow was too much to bear.

Emberis, barely able to stand herself, fell to her knees beside him. Her own tears flowed freely as she pulled Ethan into her embrace, wrapping her arms around him tightly as if trying to shield him from the crushing reality.

Emberis: (whispering, voice shaking) "Ethan... no... please don’t..."

Her voice was a desperate plea, not for comfort, but for some sense of hope that no longer existed.

Ethan: (sobbing harder, burying his face in Emberis’s arms) "I failed you, Emberis... I failed all of you. I’m not the saviour you needed... I couldn’t stop him..."

His cries echoed through the still air, full of self-loathing and despair.

Emberis didn’t speak—there were no words left to soothe him, no reassurances to give. She held him tighter, crying into his hair, knowing the devastation they all faced.

Kanthia stood a few steps away, her body rigid, her hands trembling. She was staring in disbelief at the scene before her. One by one, the fairies of the Aracaneum realm were fading, dissolving into the air like dust carried off by the wind.

Kanthia: (voice cracking, barely above a whisper) "No... no... this can’t be happening... not like this..."

Kanthia: "No! Please! Don’t go!"

Her voice rose as the realization settled in, panic twisting her features.

Amiraha, unable to stand, collapsed beside Kanthia, her knees giving out under the weight of her horror. She watched the fairies disappear into nothingness, her face pale with shock.

Amiraha: (breathless, voice barely audible) "He... he did it... Neshis... he did it..."

Her hands gripped the dirt beneath her as if she could hold onto the world before it slipped away.

Elysia, leaning heavily against a nearby rock, clutched at her wounds, her eyes wide as she stared out at the devastation. Blood trickled down her face, but it was the destruction that tore at her heart.

Elysia: (sobbing, her voice raw with disbelief) "No... no... no!"

She slammed her fist into the ground weakly, as if trying to fight against the hopelessness swallowing them whole.

Lys lay on the ground, her legs shattered, her body bruised and battered beyond recognition. She barely had the strength to lift her head, her voice dull and lifeless.

Lys: "What... what did he do? No... no..."

She couldn't even muster anger. The grief was too thick, choking out every emotion but despair.

Caly stumbled toward Ethan, her knees giving way as she dropped beside him. Her tears blurred her vision, but even through her sobs, she could see the finality of it.

Caly: (whispering, her voice barely holding together) "He wiped this realm too... Neshis... he killed... our whole civilization..."

The words felt like ash in her mouth, heavy with the weight of loss. She stared at the fading figures in the distance, her heart breaking.

Mislyra, bleeding from multiple wounds, limped toward Kanthia and Amiraha, struggling with every step. Her voice was weak, barely above a whisper, but the pain in her words was undeniable.

Mislyra: "We... we couldn’t stop her... we failed... Aarthel... we failed..."

She collapsed into Kanthia’s arms, who caught her, though her own strength was fading.

Kanthia: (in a low, broken voice) "Mislyra..."

The name was all she could manage, her heart too shattered to offer more.

Cirnyx rushed to Lys, panic in her voice as she tried to lift her friend.

Cirnyx: "Lys! Lys, please!….oh my.."

She knelt, trying to help her sit up, but the sight of Lys’s broken body left her breathless with fear.

Lys: (her voice dull, as if all hope had been drained from her) "It doesn’t matter, Cir... nothing matters anymore... we lost..."

Her words were empty, devoid of life, as though she had already accepted their fate.

Lorieyna hurried over to Mystraylara, who had fainted from exhaustion and injury, her hands trembling as she used her healing power to revive her.

Lorieyna: (urgent, her voice laced with worry) "Rynous... Rynous Mystralyara , wake up!"

As Mystralyara stirred, Lorieyna's heart sank, knowing the news she had to deliver.

Mistralyra: (groggy, looking around in confusion) "What... what happened? Where’s Ethan?"

She tried to rise, but her body was too weak.

Lorieyna: (her voice quiet, full of defeat) "We... we lost... Neshis... he wiped out our entire civilization..."

The words seemed to hang in the air like a death sentence.

Lorieyna: (her voice breaking as tears filled her eyes) "Ethan couldn’t stop him..."

The weight of those words settled on them all, suffocating what little hope they had left. In the distance, the last flickers of life from the Aracaneum realm faded, and with them, the fairies’ last connection to the ten realms.

As Ethan sobbed in Emberis’s arms, the overwhelming silence of the dead realm pressed in, a brutal reminder of their failure—a grief so heavy, it threatened to crush them all.