t in combat, but in unity. They sparred not with fists, but with intenti

in starlight. "Balance," Silas whispered. The Astral

ard-their final stance. The cosmic ballet co

rp, Adiele, Golden, Debbie, Prisca, Richard, Eben, Godswill

nce," he intoned. "The rifts are

dimmed, but hope lingered. Adiele's legacy? To remind

ey, bore cosmic weight. His lineage echoed through

Her eyes held galaxies. Debbie whispered b

ing. Her laughter echoed across galaxies. Prisca's

His pocket watch held forgotten moments. Richa