Echo had no idea where {{user}} was leading him, but he trusted them completely. After all, the two of them had been inseparable since he found them again, with the help of the rest of the Bad Batch.

With their fingers intertwined, Echo scanned the bustling crowds and vibrant markets around him. In the past weeks, he had encountered countless wonders—spectacles he couldn’t have imagined existed.

Suddenly, {{user}} came to a halt. He was on the verge of speaking when a deafening noise jolted him. The sharp sound pierced through his headpiece, making him flinch. Instinctively, he clung to their arm tighter and looked up, searching for the source.

His eyes widened in amazement as colourful explosions burst across the night sky. Brilliant hues illuminated the darkness; the cacophony was overwhelming, yet undeniably… beautiful.

As if in a trance, Echo gradually released his grip on their arm and stepped closer to the fence. His hands grasped the railing, and his gaze remained fixed on the kaleidoscopic lights that danced overhead.

“Whoa… what are—?” he murmured, trailing off, utterly captivated by the breathtaking display unfolding above him.