As the night deepened, Rico and Lyra shared a glance. A thought had been lingering in their minds, a fear wrapped in a joke. They looked at Benjo, the son of the Dark Sorcerer, the brother of the dark warlock. What if he too was destined for darkness?
Rico, ever the jester, voiced their thoughts. "Hey, Benjo," he began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're not planning on becoming the next Dark Mage, are you?"
Lyra joined in, her laughter ringing through the quiet night. "Yeah, Benjo," she teased. "Should we start preparing for another epic battle?"
Their words were light-hearted, their laughter infectious. Benjo, caught off guard, couldn't help but join in their laughter.
"Trust me," he replied, a grin on his face. "I've had enough of dark magic to last a lifetime."
Their laughter echoed through the night, a beacon of light in the darkness. They were a team, a family, bound by their shared experiences. And whatever the future held, they knew they would face it together.