"Easy now," Ozma said, his tone steady yet reassuring as he reached out a hand to help them rise. The faint glow of ancient magic flickered around him, grounding the chaotic scene as dust settled around both of them.

"You fought bravely," he remarked, a glint of respect in his gaze. "But tell me," he continued, his voice inviting yet calm, "what drives you to face such dangers?"