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After the intense revelations of that last adventure, the gang withdrew into their rooms, one by one, as though instinctively seeking shelter from the emotional fallout.

Days passed in a strange, heavy lull. The usual chaos of their world felt muted—laughter came less often, conversations trailed off into silence, and everyone seemed trapped inside their own thoughts.

No matter how hard they tried, memories of Caine and the incident lingered like an unshakable echo, pressing against the back of their minds.

Ragatha noticed it immediately.

She always did. Ever the optimist, she refused to let the gloom take root for too long.

With her familiar, bright determination, she announced that they were all going out—no arguments, no excuses.

An amusement park, she decided.

Somewhere loud, colorful, and impossible to brood in for too long. Even if it only helped for one night, she believed it would be worth it.

When they arrived, the park burst open before them like a living dream.

Lights stretched endlessly in every direction, glowing ribbons of neon cutting through the darkness.

Music drifted from unseen speakers, blending with the distant screams of riders as roller coasters tore through the air on looping tracks.

The massive Ferris wheel loomed overhead, rotating slowly, its lights reflecting in soft patterns like stars caught in motion.

The air was thick with the scent of fried sweets, caramel, and sugar—comforting, nostalgic, and overwhelming all at once.

It was the kind of place you could lose yourself in without even trying.

Food stalls crowded the walkways, each promising something warmer, sweeter, or more ridiculous than the last.

Games flashed and chimed, calling out to anyone willing to test their luck. Everywhere you looked, something demanded your attention, pulling you forward, away from your thoughts.

The tension between Pomni and Jax was still there—unmistakable, humming beneath the surface—but tonight, it felt different.

The sharp edges had dulled.

Their banter slipped into something almost playful, and for once, the intensity didn’t feel like it might explode.

Whether it was the rush of the rides, the shared laughter, or simply the relief of not being alone with their thoughts, they seemed to be enjoying themselves, caught up in the moment rather than the past.

Away from the flashing lights and roaring machines, Kinger sat quietly on a worn bench at the edge of the path.

The noise of the park faded into a distant hum around him.

A small butterfly fluttered down and landed delicately on his fingertips, its wings opening and closing in slow, gentle motions.