As they journeyed through the enchanting landscape of Lumina, Rico and Lyra shared a glance. A question had been lingering in their minds, a curiosity that needed to be satisfied.
"Hey, Moros," Rico began, his voice echoing in the quiet morning. "That's not your real name, is it?"
Lyra chimed in, her curiosity evident. "Yeah, what is your real name?"
Benjo's brother paused, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. It had been a long time since anyone had asked him that. "My real name," he began, his voice soft, "is Marco."
The name hung in the air, a reminder of the man he once was, the man he was striving to be again. He was no longer Moros, the dark warlock. He was Marco, Benjo's brother, a man on a path of redemption.
The revelation brought a sense of understanding, a sense of familiarity. They were not just a group of protectors. They were Benjo, Rico, Lyra, and Marco - a family united by their shared experiences, their shared mission.