The weight of her father's revelation lingered with Lumi as she left the courtyard, her heart heavy with the responsibility she now carried. The Frostfire power was more than just a blessing—it was a bond to an ancient legacy, a promise to protect the balance of the world. But with Ventus and the Black Harp still lurking in the shadows, that legacy was under threat.
Back in the main hall, Lumi found her friends waiting for her. Cyana looked up as Lumi entered, her stormy grey eyes filled with concern.
"Lumi," Cyana said softly, moving to her side. "You've been gone for a while. Are you alright?"
Lumi nodded, though the weight of her thoughts was evident in her expression. "Papa told me more about the Frostfire power—about the history of the temple and the elemental gods. It's… a lot to take in."
Cyana took Lumi's hand, squeezing it gently. "We're with you, Lumi. Whatever you need to do, we'll be here to help."
