Raviel and Aveline walked through the last corridor, eyes darting from wall to wall like children seeing a new world.
They poked strange buttons, touched smooth lights, and kept staring at the clean metal surfaces like they were looking at magic.
Raviel scratched his head. "Every time I think I've seen it all… you show us something even crazier."
Aveline nodded slowly, still dazed. "These buildings… they feel unreal."
Garion crossed his arms with a proud smirk. "Good, isn't it?"
Both clan leaders nodded again, almost in sync.
Garion clapped his hands lightly. "Alright. Since everything's settled, I think I can leave now."
Raviel blinked. "Already?"
Garion shrugged. "Why not? You two have your islands, your clans, and your new headquarters. All that's left is training."
He stepped forward and tapped Raviel's chest with a finger.
"I expect a lot from you."
Raviel stiffened. "I-I know."
Garion turned to Aveline next. "Same for you. Don't slack off."
