The Eternal Voyager soared across the skies, its majestic form gliding effortlessly through the celestial expanse as it left behind the academy planet. The Realm Lord and his family stood on the deck, each reflecting on their time spent cultivating not just their students' abilities, but their hearts. The legacy they left behind was more than just techniques—it was hope.
But as they ventured deeper into the cosmos, there was a familiar sense in the air that something awaited them, pulling them toward a new challenge.
"Where to now?" Drakken asked, his eyes glowing with a restless energy. "We've shaped destinies, but I'm ready for some action."
Azazel smirked from the railing, leaning back, the dark and light wings behind him catching the faint glow of stars. "Patience, Drakken. The universe always brings what's needed. We need only to look."
