It was late in the afternoon, the sun beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the campus. Rishie, her heart still thrumming with the residual stress of the day's exams, exchanged glances with her friends. Ayano, ever nonchalant, leaned against a tree, his expression betraying nothing of his inner thoughts. Klovi, a whirlwind of nervous energy, bounced on the balls of her feet, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. Axel, quiet and contemplative, stood apart, his gaze fixed on the setting sun. They had decided to head to the park, seeking solace and respite after the grueling exam marathon.

"Am I the only one who's worried sick about our exam scores?" Rishie's voice, though laced with apprehension, held a hint of playful exasperation. She tugged at the hem of her shirt, her usual vibrant energy dimmed by the weight of uncertainty.

Ayano's response was as effortless as a sigh. "Probably, yeah." He shrugged, the movement casual, almost dismissive.

Klovi, however, offered a more reassuring smile, though it was tempered with a wariness that mirrored Rishie's own anxieties. "I mean, I practically lived in the library all night. I'm pretty positive I aced it."

Axel, his voice calm and steady, nodded in agreement. "I'm feeling pretty confident too."

Rishie's frustration bubbled over. "Wow, you guys are so insensitive! Can't you at least try to cheer me up!?" Her pout deepened, her lower lip jutting out in a childish expression that belied her inner turmoil.

Ayano, sensing her distress, let out a long-suffering sigh. He reached out, gently patting her head, a gesture both comforting and slightly condescending. "There, there, Rishie. I know you did well. Just try to relax."

Rishie rolled her eyes, the gesture a silent testament to her unconvinced state. "Wow, that's some serious cheering, Ayano," she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ayano smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You're welcome."

"Wow, you—" Rishie's retort was cut short by Klovi's excited interruption. Klovi, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, pointed towards their destination.

"Alright, we're here!" she announced, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.

The four friends – Axel, Klovi, Rishie, and Ayano – arrived at the park, a haven of green amidst the concrete jungle. They found a secluded spot beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, away from the harsh glare of the afternoon sun. After purchasing a bounty of snacks – sandwiches, chips, and an assortment of sugary drinks – they settled down, the comfortable silence punctuated by the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves.

"Hey, Ayano?" Rishie nudged him gently, her curiosity piqued.

"What?" Ayano responded, his gaze drifting towards her.

"Have you ever… seriously considered the possibility of magic?" Rishie's question hung in the air, a tentative exploration of a fantastical realm.

Klovi, her interest immediately captured, leaned forward. "Magic?"

Axel, ever the pragmatist, joined the conversation. "Isn't that a bit… far-fetched? I mean, we're on Earth. Such things aren't supposed to happen."

Ayano, his expression thoughtful, nodded in agreement. "Well, I'd love to believe in magic, but I have to agree with Axel."

Rishie sighed, her gaze drifting upwards towards the vast expanse of the sky. 'I wish magic existed…' she thought wistfully, a silent plea echoing in her mind. She then turned back to her friends, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Okay, let's play a game," she declared, her voice brimming with playful energy. "If you could have any superpower, what would it be?"

Klovi's response was immediate and enthusiastic. "I want space powers! The ultimate power! It would be incredibly difficult to control, I'm sure, but still, I'd love it!"

Axel, his eyes half-closed as he envisioned himself manipulating the very fabric of time, spoke softly. "If magic were real, I'd want the power to control time. The ability to manipulate time itself."

Ayano, a sly smirk playing on his lips, offered his own ambition. "I'd want the power to copy or steal abilities. If I faced an opponent with overwhelming power, I could simply copy their abilities and use them against them."

Klovi, her gaze fixed on Rishie, posed the question to her friend directly. "What about you, Rishie? What power would you choose?"

Rishie, her eyes sparkling with an almost childlike glee, responded without hesitation. "Me? Oh, I'd want super strength! The kind of strength that would let me crush my enemies with a single blow!"

Ayano's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Super strength?"

Rishie nodded emphatically. "Yes!"

Klovi, her face beaming with approval, exclaimed, "Oooh! I see. That's a pretty good one!"

Axel, ever the pragmatist, shrugged. "Well, super strength is undeniably a powerful ability."

The four friends continued chatting, their laughter echoing through the tranquil park. As the sun dipped further below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow across the sky, their conversation lulled into a peaceful silence. Before they knew it, they had fallen fast asleep, their heads resting against the trunk of the ancient oak tree.

When they awoke, they found themselves in an entirely unfamiliar place. The familiar comfort of the park was gone, replaced by a landscape both strange and unsettling. They looked at each other, their faces etched with confusion and disbelief. They were no longer the teenagers they had been just moments before. They had transformed into adults!

"Who are you guys!?" Rishie's voice, sharp with alarm, sliced through the stunned silence.

Ayano, his gaze narrowed, glared back at her. "No, who are you?"

Axel, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and recognition, spoke first. "Wait… that voice… Rishie? Ayano?" He then turned his attention to Klovi, his eyes softening with a familiar affection. "Klovi?"

Klovi, her voice barely a whisper, called out his name. "Axel?"

The shock of their transformations was palpable. Rishie, now a vision of youthful beauty, possessed golden hair and eyes that shimmered like liquid sunlight. She was clad in a flowing white and gold gown, a delicate veil framing her face. Klovi, equally transformed, had dark blue hair that seemed to mimic the vastness of space, her eyes the color of a clear summer sky. Ayano, taller and more strikingly handsome, retained his dark hair, but his eyes now burned with a crimson intensity. Axel, too, had undergone a remarkable change, his silver hair framing a face that was both handsome and enigmatic, his eyes resembling intricately designed clockwork gears.

"Why… why did our appearances change? And why the heck am I wearing this veil?!" Rishie's voice, a mixture of bewilderment and indignation, echoed through the strange new surroundings.

Ayano, his gaze lingering on Rishie's transformed appearance, offered a compliment laced with a hint of something more. "You look… beautiful, Rishie. It suits you."

Rishie, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, stammered a response. "Ayano… you're… handsome…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ayano simply replied, "Thanks."

Axel, his gaze fixed on Klovi, offered a similar compliment. "Klovi, you look beautiful too."

Klovi, her face flushed, returned the compliment. "Oh—thanks! You look good too, Axel!"

Rishie, her gaze fixed on Klovi's hair, expressed her amazement. "Your hair… it looks like the galaxy…"

Klovi’s eyes widened. "Perhaps… I have the space power? I mean, look at my hair! It's dark blue and it sparkles!"

Rishie squealed with excitement. "No way… if you have that power, then… does this mean we all got our dream powers?!"

Axel, a subtle smirk playing on his lips, confirmed his suspicions. "Oh, then I have… the time ability…?"

Klovi, her face beaming, exclaimed, "Ooh! We're like the same! Time and space!"

Axel returned her smile. "Nice indeed."

Ayano, his smirk widening, confirmed his own transformation. "Then… I have the steal/copy power/ability?"

Rishie, however, felt a pang of disappointment. "What about me? I wanted super strength, but what's this?"

Ayano, his eyes momentarily drifting towards Rishie's enhanced figure before quickly averting his gaze, offered a reassuring pat on her head. "Don't worry, Rishie. Maybe you have that ability, but you just don't know how to manifest it yet." He whispered under his breath, "Damn, your… something also grew big…"

Rishie, completely oblivious to his muttered comment, asked, "What was that?"

Ayano, attempting to appear nonchalant, replied, "I said, just believe in yourself."

Rishie, still somewhat confused, simply responded, "Uhm, okay?"

Axel and Klovi exchanged amused glances, chuckling softly at the exchange between Rishie and Ayano. Klovi, her enthusiasm undeterred, broke the silence.

"Let's explore this place and find out what our abilities or powers actually are!" she declared, her voice full of excitement.

They all agreed, their curiosity piqued. They set off to explore their new surroundings, eager to uncover the mysteries that lay before them. As they walked, their eyes fell upon seven shimmering portals, each radiating an otherworldly glow. The portals pulsed with a soft, ethereal light, their surfaces shimmering with an iridescent sheen that shifted and changed with every blink. They were circular, each about ten feet in diameter, and seemed to hum with an almost imperceptible energy.

"What the hell?" Rishie exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. She stared at the portals, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Ayano, his expression serious, echoed her sentiment. "Why are there so many portals?" He cautiously approached one, extending a hand to touch the shimmering surface. It felt cool to the touch, almost like polished glass, but with an underlying energy that thrummed beneath his fingertips.

Axel, his voice thoughtful, offered a possible explanation. "It seems like we need to choose one of those portals." He studied them carefully, his clockwork eyes scanning each one in turn, as if searching for some hidden clue or indication.

Klovi, her gaze sweeping across the shimmering portals, turned to her friends. "So… where should we go?" A hint of nervousness colored her voice, but her usual adventurous spirit shone through.

Rishie, her finger pointing towards the nearest portal, made a suggestion. "How about the first one over there?" She felt a strange pull toward it, an almost irresistible urge to step through.

Ayano, his expression resolute, agreed. "Sure, let's go." And with that, the four friends, their hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, began walking towards the shimmering portal, ready to embark on a journey into the unknown.

As they stepped through the shimmering portal, a breathtaking world unfolded before them, a world so vibrant and alive it stole their breath away. Sylvanus. The very air hummed with a palpable energy, a symphony of unseen forces that tingled on their skin. It was a realm woven not just from whispers of ancient trees and the shimmer of moonlit streams, but from the very essence of magic itself.

The light here was different, softer, imbued with a thousand shimmering colours that danced and shifted in the periphery of their vision. Emerald moss, thick and plush like a velvet carpet, carpeted the forest floor, yielding silently under their feet as they ventured deeper into the heart of the woods. Towering willows, their branches draped with shimmering, dew-kissed leaves, whispered secrets to the gentle breeze. Sun-dappled glades, bathed in the ethereal glow of filtered sunlight, opened up before them, revealing a landscape of breathtaking beauty. Crystalline rivers, their waters as clear as polished glass, snaked through the land, their surfaces reflecting the starlight like a million scattered diamonds.

The air itself hummed with a vibrant energy, a tangible magic that thrummed in the gentle flutter of iridescent wings and the intoxicating fragrance of night blossoms, their petals glowing with an inner luminescence. Here, the veil between worlds was impossibly thin, the whispers of nature carrying secrets of ancient magic and timeless wonder, a palpable sense of enchantment hanging heavy in the air.

Rishie's breath hitched in her throat, a gasp of pure wonder escaping her lips. Her eyes, wide with astonishment, drank in the breathtaking vista. The emerald moss, even more vibrant up close, felt incredibly soft beneath her fingertips as she reached out, a tentative touch that sent a ripple of energy up her arm. Crystalline rivers, shimmering like ribbons of starlight, flowed past, their waters impossibly clear, reflecting the myriad colours of the sky. She could almost feel the magic humming in the air, a tangible energy that vibrated with unseen power. "Oh wow," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of her surroundings. The word felt inadequate, insufficient to capture the awe that filled her heart.

Klovi, equally speechless, echoed her sentiment with a simple, awestruck "Wow…" Axel and Ayano, their usual stoicism momentarily forgotten, simply nodded, their gazes sweeping across the enchanting landscape, their faces reflecting a shared sense of wonder. The sheer scale of the beauty before them was almost overwhelming.

Suddenly, a tiny figure, a blur of iridescent colour, fluttered towards them, its delicate wings catching the light like scattered rainbows. It was a fairy, no bigger than Rishie's hand, its form impossibly delicate, its movements graceful and fluid.

"Hello!" she chirped, her voice a cascade of tiny bells, a sound both melodic and enchanting. "I'm Daisy, a Fairy of Knowledge. Welcome to our realm, Sylvanus! This is where all of us fairies, elves, and other magical creatures live." Her smile was radiant, a beacon of pure joy that instantly dispelled any lingering apprehension.

Rishie gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. "A real fairy?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle rustling of leaves. The reality of the situation was slowly dawning on her.

Ayano, his usual stoicism momentarily shattered, asked, his voice tinged with disbelief, "You mean, this whole world… is a fairy world?"

Daisy beamed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Indeed!" she confirmed, her voice brimming with pride. "Feel free to look around! There's so much to see." With a graceful flip of her shimmering wings, she darted away, disappearing into the emerald depths of the forest, leaving the four friends to explore the magical realm at their leisure.

"A real fairy!" Rishie exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over, her voice filled with unrestrained joy. "She's so pretty!" She spun around, taking in the breathtaking surroundings, her eyes alight with wonder.

Ayano, standing close beside her, his gaze lingering on her radiant face, murmured, his voice barely a whisper, "You're prettier."

Rishie, oblivious to the subtle compliment, tilted her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What was that? I didn't catch that," she asked, her voice laced with innocent curiosity.

Ayano, a faint blush creeping up his neck, mumbled, his voice barely audible, "Nothing," He sighed, his gaze drifting away, attempting to appear nonchalant, but his reddening cheeks betrayed his true feelings.

Klovi and Axel exchanged amused glances, stifling giggles as they watched the exchange between their friends. Rishie, completely oblivious to their amusement, skipped ahead, her attention completely captivated by the fantastical surroundings.

"Look, Ayano!" she cried, her voice filled with excitement, pointing towards a cluster of tiny houses nestled amongst the trees. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before – charming mushroom houses, their rounded tops adorned with glowing moss and intricate carvings, nestled amongst the ancient trees. "Their houses are made of mushrooms and trees! It's amazing!"

Ayano, his gaze still lingering on her, simply replied, his voice soft, "Yeah,"

Klovi's stomach rumbled, breaking the spell of enchantment. "Aren't you guys hungry?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of playful exasperation.

Axel, his eyes scanning the distance, pointed towards a bustling marketplace that shimmered in the distance. "Let's go over there," he suggested, his voice filled with anticipation. "I bet we can find something to eat."

As they approached the marketplace, a vibrant food stall, the Starfall Stall, caught their eye. It was a brightly decorated cart, adorned with twinkling lights, shimmering fabrics, and dangling charms that jingled merrily in the breeze. The air around it hummed with a subtle magical energy.

"Wow!" Rishie exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. "This fantasy world is full of magic and beautiful stuff!" She was about to dash towards the stall, her excitement bubbling over, when Ayano gently grabbed her wrist, his touch surprisingly firm.

"Don't run off on your own," he said, his voice laced with concern, his gaze serious. "Who knows what kind of trouble you'll get into?" He held her hand for a moment longer than necessary, his fingers lingering on her skin before releasing it, and they walked together towards the stall, their steps synchronized.

"What? I'm not that troublesome!" Rishie pouted, but she didn't pull away, a hint of playful defiance in her tone. Klovi and Axel exchanged amused glances behind them, stifling giggles.

"So, what are we gonna eat?" Axel asked, his eyes scanning the array of colorful treats displayed on the stall. The smells were intoxicating – a heady mix of sweet and savory aromas that filled the air.

"There are so many options!" Klovi grinned, her eyes sparkling with delight. "And they all look delicious!" Rishie added, her mouth already watering at the sight of the tempting treats.

As they perused the menu, a pixy, its wings shimmering like a thousand tiny stars, approached them. "Greetings, travelers!" she chirped, her voice like the tinkling of tiny bells. "Welcome to Starfall Stall! We have Starfall sliced cakes, Comet Cookies, Pocket Pies, Celestial Skewers, Elixir Drinks with magical effects, and Glow-in-the-Dark Treats!" She gestured towards the various delicacies with a flourish, her movements graceful and precise.

"Wow!" Rishie exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. "I want a Comet Cookie and an Elixir Drink, please!" she said, pointing excitedly at the treats.

"I'll have the skewers and a drink too," Ayano said, his gaze still lingering on Rishie.

"I'll take the Starfall slice cake and an Elixir Drink," Klovi added, her voice filled with anticipation.

"And I'll have the pie and a drink," Axel said, his voice calm and steady.

"Certainly!" the pixy replied, her smile warm and welcoming. She expertly prepared their orders, her movements fluid and precise, and handed them their treats. "That'll be 50 peas," she added with a smile, her voice light and airy.

The four friends exchanged worried glances. "Uh… do we have to pay?" Klovi asked nervously, her voice laced with uncertainty.

"Of course!" the pixy chirped, her voice unwavering.

"But… we don't have any money… or peas," Rishie stammered, her lower lip trembling slightly, her eyes wide with apprehension.

The pixy sighed, her expression softening with understanding. "You seem to be new around here," she said gently. "I'll give you these for free, but I suggest you learn the customs of Sylvanus quickly. You don't want to get into trouble, do you?"

"No, ma'am!" they all replied in unison, their voices filled with relief.

"Well, that was lucky," Ayano said as they walked away from the stall, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yeah," Rishie agreed, her voice still tinged with relief. "If she'd gotten mad, we probably would have ended up in jail!"

"Jail? Is there even such a thing here?" Klovi wondered, her brow furrowed in thought.

"What if it's not jail, but immediate execution?" Axel suggested dryly, his voice laced with a hint of dark humor.

"Execution!?" Rishie gasped, her eyes widening in horror. She imagined herself being dragged before a fearsome king, the executioner's axe gleaming in the light. She started to tremble, her body shaking slightly.

Ayano noticed her distress. He gently patted her head and pulled her into a comforting hug, his touch surprisingly gentle and reassuring. "Stop thinking about it," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "It's not going to happen… not like I'd let it happen anyway."

"What…?" Rishie murmured, calming down slightly, her body relaxing against his.

"Don't worry, Rishie," Klovi said, smiling reassuringly. "We'll protect you!"

Rishie returned their smiles, her fear subsiding under the warmth of their support. "Thanks, guys!"

They ate their food, marveling at the delicious and unusual flavors. The Comet Cookie crumbled in Rishie's mouth, releasing a burst of sweet, cinnamon-spiced flavor that was both familiar and utterly unique. Klovi's Elixir Drink tasted like sunshine and laughter, a burst of pure joy that warmed her from the inside out. The Celestial Skewers were savory and smoky, their flavors complex and intriguing, and Axel's Pocket Pie was warm and flaky, its crust melting in his mouth.

After their meal, they decided to continue exploring Sylvanus, eager to discover more of its magic and beauty, their hearts filled with a sense of wonder and anticipation.

It didn't take long for Rishie and her friends to acclimate to the vibrant, magical world of Sylvanus. Within a month, they had mastered the basics of Sylvanian life, securing jobs that provided them with a steady income. They explored every nook and cranny of the city, their days filled with the thrill of discovery and the joy of learning. They learned the local customs, the intricacies of the Sylvanian language, and the subtle nuances of the magical energies that permeated the land. They even made several friends among the local fairies, elves, and other magical creatures. Their initial apprehension had long since faded, replaced by a sense of belonging and wonder.

At the moment, Rishie and her friends found themselves in the Stardust Citadel, a breathtaking city built upon a colossal floating island. The citadel, a marvel of architectural ingenuity, was surrounded by a breathtaking panorama of constellations, their light shimmering and dancing across the night sky. The air hummed with a potent magical energy, a palpable sense of celestial power that filled the senses. The inhabitants of this magnificent city were fairies, each possessing unique celestial abilities, their very presence radiating an aura of ethereal beauty and power. The buildings were carved from luminous crystals, their surfaces shimmering with an otherworldly glow, their intricate designs reflecting the celestial patterns that swirled above.

"Ah, I'm starting to feel at home here," Rishie began, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. She leaned against a crystal balustrade, gazing out at the breathtaking view, a sense of contentment washing over her. "By the way, you guys mentioned discovering your abilities, right?" She turned to her friends, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Klovi, her face beaming, nodded enthusiastically. "Ah yes! And as expected, we did get our dream abilities!" Her smile faltered, however, replaced by a wave of frustration and self-doubt. "But when I said it would be hard to control, I didn't realize it would be this hard… I haven't made any progress at all in a month!" Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice cracking with emotion. She began to sob softly, her shoulders shaking with disappointment.

Axel, ever the supportive friend, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. His expression was one of gentle concern, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's alright, Klovi. Given your abilities – manipulating the very fabric of space – it's really not easy to control. It takes time, patience, and dedication. Don't give up. Keep training and practicing. You'll master it someday. I have faith in you." His words, sincere and encouraging, seemed to lift some of the weight from Klovi's shoulders.

Klovi, her spirits lifted by his words, wiped away her tears, a determined glint returning to her eyes. "Yes! Giving up is not an option!" she declared, her voice firm and resolute. She took a deep breath, her posture straightening, her resolve strengthened by Axel's unwavering support.

Rishie, her gaze shifting to Ayano, smiled warmly. "How about yours, Ayano?" she asked, her voice gentle and encouraging.

Ayano, his expression thoughtful and slightly troubled, looked back at her. "I don't know either," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. "I thought copying someone's ability would be easy, but it's not. It's way harder than I anticipated." He frowned, his brow furrowed in concentration, clearly struggling with the complexities of his power.

Rishie's eyes softened with empathy. She approached him, her movements gentle and reassuring. "It's still too early to feel bad, Ayano," she said, her voice soft and comforting. "It's only been a month since we arrived here. You still have plenty of time to master it, just like Klovi. Don't put so much pressure on yourself." Her smile was warm and genuine, radiating a comforting sense of support.

Ayano looked at her for a long moment, his gaze intense and searching. Then, unexpectedly, he enveloped her in a hug, his arms strong and comforting. Rishie blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She was taken aback by his sudden embrace, unsure of how to react, but she remained still, her body tense but her heart strangely calm.

"A-Ayano…?" Rishie stammered, her voice barely a whisper, trying to remain calm despite the rapid beating of her heart. "What's wrong?"

Ayano, after a moment, released her, his expression unreadable as he turned and walked away, leaving Rishie utterly bewildered. His sudden embrace and abrupt departure left her feeling both confused and strangely unsettled.

Night had fallen, casting long shadows across the Stardust Citadel. It was almost time for bed, but Rishie was nowhere to be found in her chamber. Ayano, concerned, knocked gently on her door, but received no answer. Assuming she had already fallen asleep, he sighed, turning to leave, when he noticed a shadowy figure near the balcony. Curiosity piqued, he cautiously approached, peering over the edge. There, silhouetted against the breathtaking backdrop of the night sky, was Rishie, her gaze fixed on the distant constellations, her posture conveying a deep sadness, a profound sense of loneliness.

Ayano, his heart aching at the sight of her distress, quietly approached her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his head resting gently on her shoulder. The unexpected embrace startled her, but she didn't pull away.

"Can't sleep?" Rishie asked, her voice soft and barely audible.

Ayano hummed in response, tightening his embrace slightly, his touch both comforting and possessive.

"Y-you're hugging me too tight," Rishie said, attempting to gently loosen his grip, her voice tinged with a hint of playful exasperation. "Loosen up a bit."

"Sorry…" Ayano murmured, loosening his grip slightly, but not releasing her entirely. His arms remained securely around her, providing a sense of warmth and security. "Are you still sad?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"No… well, yes… I mean, all of you have already discovered your abilities, while I… I don't even know if I have one," Rishie confessed, her voice filled with a mixture of disappointment and sorrow. A wave of self-doubt washed over her, threatening to engulf her. She forced a smile, however, a smile that was neither happy nor sad, but rather… warm, a testament to her resilience and unwavering hope. "But, I'm still hoping," she continued, her voice gaining strength. "And I want to believe your words when you say, maybe I just don't know how to manifest it yet."

Ayano listened patiently, his arms remaining securely around her, providing a silent reassurance. After a moment, he gently picked her up, surprising her with his sudden action.

Startled by his unexpected move, Rishie instinctively held onto him, her heart pounding in her chest. "D-don't just suddenly pick me up!" she scolded him playfully, her voice laced with a hint of playful exasperation.

"It's late," Ayano said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You should sleep now." He carried her into her room, gently laying her down on the bed, tucking the blankets around her. He patted her head gently, whispering a soft "Goodnight," before quietly leaving the room.

Rishie, stunned by his unexpected tenderness, lay there for a moment, her heart still pounding in her chest. With a sigh, she pulled the blankets tighter around herself, a warm sense of contentment washing over her. With a pounding heart, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Rishie awoke to the sound of utter chaos emanating from downstairs. Their temporary apartment, usually a haven of peace and quiet, was now a scene of utter pandemonium.

Rishie, still half-asleep, forced herself to get up, heading towards the bathroom to freshen up. After a quick wash, she made her way downstairs, determined to discover the source of the early morning commotion.

The sight that greeted her was nothing short of catastrophic. Flour dusted every surface of the kitchen, creating a thick, white layer that coated countertops, cabinets, and appliances. Eggshells and raw meat splattered the ceiling, the walls, and even the furniture. The couch was covered in a sticky, unidentifiable substance. The scene was so utterly chaotic, so unbelievably messy, that it defied description. It was a disaster of epic proportions.

Rishie facepalmed, a groan escaping her lips. She walked towards the kitchen, her steps slow and deliberate, her expression a mixture of disbelief and exasperation. And there, amidst the wreckage, stood her three 'good' friends, their faces a mixture of guilt and apprehension.

"What the fuck?" Rishie's voice, though soft, carried an icy chill that sent shivers down their spines. Her smile, however, was not a friendly one. It was a smile that spoke of simmering rage, a smile that promised retribution.

Ayano, Axel, and Klovi froze, their bodies stiff with fear. Before Ayano could even begin to offer an explanation, a glint of metal flashed through the air. A flying knife, thrown with deadly precision, whizzed past Ayano's head, embedding itself in the wall just inches from his face.

The three friends, startled by the sudden display of unexpected skill, immediately dropped to their knees, their bodies trembling with fear.

"Tell me," Rishie's voice was dangerously low, each word dripping with icy fury. "Who the fuck told you to use your damn abilities to cook? The kitchen is not for practicing your powers, you morons!!" Her glare was intense, her eyes blazing with anger. Her three friends remained silent, knowing they were utterly and completely in the wrong.

Ayano, unable to bear the weight of her wrath any longer, mustered his charm, attempting to mitigate the situation. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice laced with genuine remorse. "I won't do it again. Please forgive me…" He tried his best to appear as pitiful as possible, his usual nonchalant demeanor completely gone.

Rishie, her heart pounding in her chest, closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. "You—ugh, fine! I'll forgive you all this time—"

Klovi and Axel inwardly celebrated, relieved by her apparent forgiveness, when Rishie's voice cut through their silent jubilation.

"But!" she declared, her eyes blazing, her voice sharp and unwavering. The three of them looked up, their faces a mixture of hope and apprehension. "If something like this happens again," she glared at them, her voice dangerously low, "I will not forgive you."

Both Klovi and Axel gulped, their faces pale with fear. Ayano, however, remained calm, his confidence unwavering, knowing that Rishie, despite her anger, would ultimately forgive him.

After the initial chaos subsided, the four friends cleaned up the apartment, the monumental task taking several hours. Exhausted but relieved, they decided to take a stroll through the city, seeking a much-needed respite from the morning's disastrous events.

The four friends, Rishie, Axel, Ayano, and Klovi, continued their stroll through the Stardust Citadel, the shimmering spires and celestial pathways casting an ethereal glow upon their faces. A playful glint sparked in Rishie's eyes. "Hey guys!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing with excitement.

Axel, Ayano, and Klovi turned, their attention immediately drawn to her infectious enthusiasm. "Since we'll be here for a while," Rishie continued, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "how about we practice our abilities?"

Klovi's face lit up. "Oh! That's a great idea!" she chirped, her voice brimming with agreement.

Axel nodded thoughtfully. "I mean, even though we've all awakened to our abilities, it's been a month since we've seriously trained. It's time to make some real progress," he said, a determined set to his jaw.

Ayano, ever the composed one, simply nodded in agreement. "Hmm, yes. This is our chance to truly master what we've been given," he said, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Rishie, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, spoke softly, "I—I'll figure out my ability! I know… I have one…!" The hesitation in her voice was palpable, but a resolute determination shone through.

Ayano's warm smile eased her apprehension. He gently patted her head, his touch reassuring. "That's the spirit," he murmured, his voice filled with encouragement.

Their destination was the Whispering Glade, a place steeped in ancient magic and whispered to be a nexus of powerful Sylvanus energy. It was a place of learning, growth, and self-discovery, the perfect training ground for travelers seeking to hone their unique abilities.

As they arrived, Rishie gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. "So, we're here!" she breathed, taking in the breathtaking vista. Lush, vibrant flora pulsed with an almost palpable energy, the air alive with the hum of unseen magic.

Klovi's cheerful exclamation echoed Rishie's awe. "So beautiful!"

Axel, however, remained more reserved, a slight frown creasing his brow. "I can never get used to this place," he murmured, his voice low. "It's beautiful, yes, but the sheer concentration of magical energy… it's almost overwhelming, terrifying even."

Ayano nodded grimly. "I agree. Imagine facing a strong opponent here," he smirked, a glint of challenge in his eyes.

Rishie's eyes flashed. She lightly smacked his arm, her voice laced with playful exasperation. "Don't even joke about that! We haven't even mastered our abilities, and you want to fight someone stronger than us?! Are you asking to die?!" Her voice cracked slightly, and tears welled in her eyes.

Ayano's smirk vanished, replaced by genuine concern. He gently wiped away her tears, his voice soft and apologetic. "I'm sorry, don't cry. I won't joke like that again."

Axel sighed, a chuckle escaping his lips. "You really need to stop making her worry, Ayano," he said, shaking his head fondly.

Klovi giggled. "He's not going to stop, you know how much he enjoys making her cry," she teased, her tone lighthearted.

Rishie pouted dramatically. "Wow, what a bunch of meanies," she grumbled, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Ayano, Axel, and Klovi laughed, their camaraderie as bright as the magical energy surrounding them. After an hour of relaxed conversation, it was time to get down to business.

Rishie watched as her friends embarked on their training. Axel, with meticulous care, attempted to rewind time to revive a withered plant, his brow furrowed in concentration. Klovi, meanwhile, struggling to practiced her telekinetic abilities, manipulating small stones with efforts. Ayano, also, was struggling. Klovi attempted to help him train by allowing him to copy her abilities, but each attempt resulted in a spectacular backfire, leaving him exhausted and depleted of mana.

Rishie's initial disappointment at her own lack of manifested ability slowly morphed into a quiet determination. She stepped aside, finding a secluded spot, and began to meditate, hoping to unlock the secrets of her own hidden potential. She focused on the Sylvanus energy, letting its gentle power wash over her, hoping to find a connection, a spark that would ignite her own unique ability.

Day after day, the training continued, becoming a cherished part of their daily routine in the Whispering Glade. The friends supported each other, celebrating successes and offering encouragement during setbacks, their bond strengthening with each passing day. The beautiful, yet powerful, glade became their sanctuary, a place where they learned not only to master their abilities, but also to master themselves.

Two years had passed since they first stumbled into the world of Amaris, specifically the Sylvanus Realm. Time, it seemed, flowed differently here. Seasons blurred, days stretched into languid afternoons, and nights shimmered with an ethereal glow.

During those two years, they had grown, not just in power, but in their understanding of this fantastical world and of each other. Ayano, once prone to losing control, could now copy an ability and wield it for a full hour with precision. Klovi, initially frustrated by her telekinesis, now manipulated objects with the grace of a seasoned mage. Axel, ever the calm and collected one, had perfected his time manipulation, able to rewind events with pinpoint accuracy.

And Rishie? Rishie had discovered her own unique gift – a potent healing ability, triggered, ironically, by witnessing Ayano's near-death experience. It was a power that spoke to her compassionate nature, her deep-seated desire to protect those she cared about.

Now, they stood at the threshold of a new journey, their time in Sylvanus drawing to a close. They were on their way to the palace of Frey, the enigmatic Fairy Demon King, to bid farewell and seek passage to their next destination.

"I can't believe we're actually leaving," Rishie sighed, a hint of melancholy in her voice. "I've grown quite fond of this place."

"But aren't you excited about your newfound ability?" Klovi teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're practically a walking miracle worker now!"

"Yeah," Axel chimed in, a smirk playing on his lips. "If I'd known hurting Ayano would trigger your powers, I would've thrown him off a cliff ages ago."

Rishie shot him a playful glare. "Shut up!" she retorted, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue.

Ayano chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "But thanks to me, you discovered your true potential, right? You should be thanking me."

"Oh, hush," Rishie grumbled, though a small smile betrayed her amusement.

"I mean, just think about how it all happened…" Klovi began, her voice laced with nostalgia.

And so, they delved into the memory of that fateful day, a year ago, when Rishie's latent powers had awakened.

The Whispering Glade hummed with energy as Ayano and Axel faced each other, ready to spar. Axel, with his time manipulation, moved with an almost languid grace, each step deliberate, each movement precise. Ayano, mirroring Axel's ability, countered with his own accelerated speed, a whirlwind of motion.

The clash was intense. Axel slowed time around Ayano, creating a pocket of stillness where he could anticipate Ayano's every move. But Ayano, quick-witted and adaptable, pushed his copied ability further, his movements blurring as he strained to match Axel's temporal control. The strain, however, was too much. He stumbled, a sharp pain lancing through his chest. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

Axel, seeing his opportunity, didn't hesitate. A swift kick sent Ayano crashing to the ground. He lay there, gasping for breath, his vision swimming. The world around him faded in and out of focus.

Klovi, witnessing the scene from afar, gasped in horror. Rishie, startled from her meditation, turned to see Ayano's crumpled form, his body wracked with pain. Her heart lurched in her chest. A wave of fear, cold and sharp, washed over her.

She rushed to his side, her breath catching in her throat. His stillness terrified her. She dropped to her knees beside him, her fingers fumbling for a pulse. Nothing. Panic surged through her, constricting her chest. 'No, no, no… this can't be happening!'

"Axel!" she cried, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "What did you do?!"

Axel, his face pale with guilt, couldn't meet her eyes. "I… I didn't mean to…" he stammered. "We were just sparring…"

Klovi rushed over, her voice filled with concern. "Axel, what happened?"

He explained the events, his voice heavy with remorse. Rishie, meanwhile, clung to Ayano, her tears flowing freely. "Ayano… please wake up… this isn't funny…" she pleaded, shaking him gently.

But he remained unresponsive. The realization that he might be truly gone hit her with the force of a physical blow. A scream tore from her throat, raw and desperate. "AHHHHHH!!!!"

And then, something extraordinary happened. A brilliant light erupted from Rishie, engulfing Ayano in its warm embrace.

Klovi and Axel shielded their eyes, momentarily blinded by the intensity. When they could see again, they witnessed an impossible sight. Ayano's wounds were closing, his bruises fading, his breathing returning to normal. As the light subsided, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open.

"Ayano…" Rishie whispered, her voice choked with relief. "You're alright…"

Exhausted from the emotional turmoil, she collapsed against him. Ayano, his senses slowly returning, caught her before she could fall. He looked at Klovi and Axel, confusion clouding his features.

"What… happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Klovi and Axel, still reeling from the shock, rushed to embrace him. "Thank goodness you're alive!" Klovi cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Ayano… I'm so sorry," Axel said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so glad you're okay."

Once they had calmed down, Klovi and Axel recounted the events, explaining the miraculous healing that had taken place. Ayano turned to Rishie, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you," he murmured, pulling her into a gentle hug.

"Well," Klovi said, a knowing smile on her face. "I told you she had an ability. Though I never imagined it would be something like this."

The memory faded, leaving a warm glow in its wake. Rishie, her face flushed, swatted playfully at Ayano. "Gah! Stop reminding me! I thought you were dead, okay? You weren't breathing, and I—"

"Alright, alright, we'll stop," Ayano chuckled, patting her head and wiping away a stray tear. "I know you were scared."

"I felt awful," Axel apologized. "I'm truly sorry."

Rishie smiled, her earlier embarrassment fading. "It's okay," she said. "Really. It all worked out in the end."

After another hour of walking, they finally arrived at Frey's palace. It was a magnificent structure, a colossal tree interwoven with vibrant flora, its branches reaching towards the sky like outstretched arms. The interior was even more breathtaking, a spacious haven filled with exquisite furniture crafted from polished wood and shimmering crystals.

A familiar figure materialized before them – Daisy, the Fairy of Knowledge, her wings fluttering softly.

"Welcome, travelers," she greeted them with a warm smile. "Since you're here, I assume you're ready to depart?"

"Yes," they replied in unison.

"Very well," Daisy said. "Please follow me. I apologize, but Lord Frey is unavailable at the moment. I will be guiding you to the portal instead."

"It's no problem," Ayano assured her.

They followed Daisy through the winding corridors of the palace, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor. Finally, they reached a hidden chamber, where a shimmering portal pulsed with otherworldly energy.

They exchanged farewells, a tinge of sadness mixed with the excitement of the unknown. Then, with a deep breath, they stepped into the portal, leaving the familiar beauty of Sylvanus behind.

The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. When they regained their bearings, they found themselves standing on solid ground once more. But this was not Sylvanus. This was the place where they first arrived in this world– a world of vibrant landscapes, bustling cities, and untold wonders. Their adventure was far from over. It was just the beginning.

After a period of contemplation and relaxation, the four friends—Rishie, Klovi, Axel, and Ayano—finally decided on their next destination: the second portal adjacent to the one they had just traversed.

"Are you guys ready for our next adventure!?" Klovi exclaimed, her voice brimming with cheerful anticipation.

"Yes!!" Rishie grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Then let's go!!" Hand in hand, Rishie and Klovi dashed towards the second portal, their youthful energy radiating outwards.

Behind them, Ayano and Axel exchanged weary glances, a mixture of amusement and exasperation playing on their faces. They sighed, a gentle exhale of patience, before following the enthusiastic pair.

"Calm down, you two, wait for us!" Axel called out, his voice laced with a hint of fond exasperation as he followed, Ayano trailing behind him with her characteristic calm demeanor.

Stepping through the portal, they found themselves in Luminara, a realm of unparalleled beauty. The sky was a breathtaking spectacle, a constantly shifting kaleidoscope of vibrant colors—fiery oranges melting into soft lavenders, deep blues transitioning to brilliant golds. Clouds, resembling spun sugar, drifted lazily across this celestial canvas. Crystal mountains, their facets catching the light and scattering it in a thousand shimmering rainbows, rose majestically from luminous flower fields, their petals glowing with an inner light. Waterfalls, cascading down the crystalline slopes, created rainbows that arched across the landscape, their colors as vivid and intense as the sky itself. Rivers of pure light meandered through valleys filled with gemstone-bearing trees, their leaves shimmering with an ethereal glow. Cities, seamlessly integrated with the natural world, were architectural marvels, their buildings mimicking the organic forms of the surrounding flora and fauna, their structures glowing with a soft, warm light. The air hummed with a gentle, ethereal music, and graceful, light-filled creatures flitted through the air, their movements fluid and graceful. A palpable sense of peace and joy permeated everything, creating an atmosphere where the boundaries between reality and dream blurred into an exquisite harmony.

Suddenly, a radiant figure approached them—Rafaela, the Angel of Creation, her presence radiating warmth and serenity. Her wings, vast and luminous, shimmered with an array of colors that mirrored the sky above.

"Hello! You seem new here! I'm Rafaela, the Angel of Creation, welcome to Luminara. I hope you enjoy your stay here," she greeted them, her smile as radiant as the sun. "What are your names?"

"Hello, I'm Rishie, and these are my friends!" Rishie replied, gesturing towards her companions with a bright smile.

"Hi, I'm Klovi," Klovi added, her voice soft yet friendly.

"Call me Axel," Axel said, his tone casual yet polite.

"Ayano," Ayano responded, her voice quiet and unassuming.

"Nice to meet you all! Follow me; I'll show you around," Rafaela said, her voice melodious. She snapped her fingers, and a small, fluffy cloud materialized before them. "Hop on!"

"Uhm, are you sure we can ride these? It looks like we'll fall the moment we get on—" Klovi began, her voice laced with apprehension, but her words were cut short as Rishie, without hesitation, hopped onto the cloud.

"What?" Rishie asked, her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked at her friends' surprised expressions. "W-why are you looking at me like that?"

Even Rafaela was taken aback. She hadn't expected these mortals to be able to ride her holy clouds. "Oh! You can actually ride! That's good; it means you're pure," she said, a smile gracing her lips. "Actually, these clouds aren't ordinary; I created them, and only those with pure hearts can ride them," she explained, her voice filled with wonder.

Hesitantly, Axel, Ayano, and Klovi followed suit, each closing their eyes in anticipation of a fall that never came. With a soft sigh of relief, they settled onto their clouds, their initial fear replaced by a sense of awe. Rafaela smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement, and then, with a gentle flutter of her wings, she ascended into the air, the four friends following closely behind.

"You know, how come you weren't hesitant to ride these clouds, Rishie?" Klovi asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes, I'd like to know too," Axel added, his voice tinged with genuine interest.

Ayano, ever observant, simply watched Rishie, waiting patiently for her explanation.

"Well, at first I was scared, but eventually those fears vanished, and I decided to hop on without a second thought," Rishie admitted, a nervous smile playing on her lips.

"At first?" Ayano questioned, her tone gentle but inquisitive.

"Yes, I had a fleeting thought that I might fall, but the moment I touched the cloud, it felt like my heart was enveloped in a soft, warm embrace. I felt safe, so I just hopped on," Rishie explained, her eyes sparkling with a newfound understanding.

Rafaela, who had been listening intently to their conversation, smiled subtly. Just as I thought, she's no ordinary woman, she mused to herself.

As they continued their aerial journey, a remarkable sight unfolded before them. Instead of houses on the ground, they saw dwellings built upon clouds, some floating gently, others suspended high in the sky, creating a breathtaking spectacle of floating architecture.

"So amazing!" Klovi breathed, her voice filled with wonder.

"I feel like we're dead and in heaven," Axel commented, his voice laced with a touch of dark humor.

Rishie, unable to contain her exasperation, playfully smacked the back of his head. "Shut up, just because we're in a heavenly realm doesn't mean we're dead!" she scolded, her voice lighthearted despite her playful reprimand.

"He's not entirely wrong. This is where most souls go after death; if not here, then to Nirvana, a realm of spirits," Rafaela interjected, her voice serene and informative.

Rishie froze, her face paling slightly at Rafaela's words, causing her friends to chuckle softly at her surprised reaction.

After a while, they arrived at Elysian City, a breathtaking metropolis that floated amidst the clouds and rainbows. It was a city of unparalleled beauty and luxury, a testament to angelic artistry and ingenuity. The architecture was a harmonious blend of organic and geometric forms, with buildings that seemed to shimmer with an inner light, their structures reflecting the vibrant hues of the sky and the surrounding clouds. The city was renowned for its art, music, and philosophy, a testament to its refined culture and sophisticated inhabitants.

"W-wow...this is so beautiful..." Rishie whispered, her heart pounding unexpectedly.

Klovi, Ayano, and Axel exchanged confused glances. Rishie's behavior had seemed unusual since their arrival in Luminara.

"Uhm, Rishie, are you okay? I mean, I agree that this place is beautiful, but you're acting—" Klovi began, her concern evident in her voice.

"Oh—I'm sorry," Rishie stammered, her voice slightly breathless. "It's just...my heart is pounding. This feeling...it's like I've longed for this," she confessed, placing a hand over her chest, her fingers clenching her clothes.

"As I expected, you possess Divine Mana," Rafaela announced, joining their conversation, her voice calm and knowing. "I suspected it the moment you rode the clouds," she added with a gentle smile.

"Divine Mana?" Axel, Ayano, and Klovi echoed in unison, their curiosity piqued.

"Yes, there are five types of mana: Divine, Arcane, Cosmic, Life Force, and Elemental Mana," Rafaela explained patiently.

"At first, I wasn't sure, and I simply assumed that Rishie's ability to ride the clouds stemmed from her pure heart. However, your reaction just now confirmed my suspicions about your possession of Divine Mana," Rafaela clarified.

"Oh..." Rishie murmured, her gaze still fixed on the breathtaking panorama before her.

"May I ask? Can we also discover what type of mana we possess?" Ayano inquired politely.

"Certainly," Rafaela replied, her voice warm and encouraging. "Let's use the Crystal Mana Orb," she suggested.

"What's that?" Klovi asked, her brow furrowed in curiosity.

"A Crystal Mana Orb is a magical artifact that can identify the type of mana energy flowing within you," Rafaela explained.

"Oh, nice!" Klovi exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement.

"Rishie? Are you coming?" Ayano asked, turning her attention towards Rishie, who seemed lost in her own world.

"Let her be," Rafaela said gently, sensing Rishie's need for a moment of quiet contemplation. She then proceeded to enter the palace.

Ayano and the others nodded, following Rafaela inside.

The interior of Elysian City was as stunning as its exterior, a breathtaking blend of organic and geometric architecture, shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence. Intricate sculptures, crafted with exquisite detail, adorned the streets, alongside bioluminescent gardens that pulsed with soft, ethereal light. The overall atmosphere was one of tranquil wonder, a harmonious blend of vibrant colors and angelic luxury.

"So beautiful!" Klovi exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

"Wait here; I'll go get it," Rafaela said, her voice echoing softly as she walked towards a nearby building. Minutes later, she returned, carrying a crystal orb that pulsed with a soft, inner light.

"Here, who's first?" Rafaela asked, her voice gentle and encouraging.

"Me!" Klovi volunteered, stepping forward with eagerness.

"All right, place your hand on the crystal orb," Rafaela instructed, placing the orb on a nearby table. Klovi carefully placed her palm on the smooth, cool surface of the orb.

Suddenly, a light shade of beige erupted from the orb, illuminating the room with a soft, warm glow. They were all amazed by the unique color emanating from the crystal orb.

"What does this mean?" Klovi asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

"It means you possess Cosmic Mana, connected to the emptiness of space, and often associated with shadow magic," Rafaela explained.

"My turn," Axel said, stepping forward with a confident stride. He placed his hand on the orb, and a dark shade of purple shone brightly, mirroring Klovi's mana type.

"It seems you and Klovi share the same type of mana," Rafaela commented, her voice calm and informative. "And last," she added, gesturing towards Ayano.

Ayano stepped forward and placed her hand on the orb. As she did, a brilliant blue light erupted, filling the room with a vibrant, ethereal glow.

"Oh my, you possess Arcane Mana, a chaotic one, huh?" Rafaela exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise.

Ayano simply shrugged, her expression unreadable, and then began to search for Rishie. She looked around, a growing sense of unease settling over her as she failed to locate her friend. Just as panic began to set in, she heard a soft snore emanating from a nearby table. Approaching cautiously, she found Rishie fast asleep.

"Man, she sure likes sleeping everywhere," Klovi commented, her voice laced with amusement.

"Let her rest; maybe she's tired," Axel said gently.

Ayano carefully picked up Rishie, making sure not to disturb her slumber. "Is there a place we can stay?" she asked Rafaela.

"Of course, follow me," Rafaela replied, leading them back towards the palace. Ayano, cradling Rishie in her arms, followed closely behind, Axel and Klovi trailing behind them.

They arrived at a spacious bedroom with four comfortable beds.

"This room has four beds, so you guys can stick together, or do you want separate rooms?" Rafaela asked politely.

"No, we're fine," Ayano replied, her voice calm and unassuming as she entered the room.

"I'm so sorry about his grumpiness; he's always like that," Klovi apologized, her voice laced with a hint of embarrassment.

"He's less grumpy around Rishie, though," Axel added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Rafaela chuckled softly, wishing them goodnight before departing.

Ayano gently laid Rishie on one of the beds, tucking her in with a soft blanket and kissing her forehead before settling into the bed next to her.

Axel and Klovi, witnessing this tender moment, exchanged a knowing glance before settling into their own beds, a sense of warmth and camaraderie filling the room as they drifted off to sleep.