Third-Person POV:
The night came slowly.
The sky turned from gold to orange, then purple, then deep blue. One by one, the stars appeared. And then the moon rose—round, bright, and clear.
It was a full moon.
Inside the palace, the eight of them were in the living room again. No missions. No meetings. Just soft laughter and small talk.
Chris was telling a story that made no sense.
“And then Umbrix stole the bread,” he said dramatically.
Umbrix, curled up near the window, lifted his head like he was offended.
“I did not,” Chris corrected. “His the one who did it.”
Star shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.”
Crisha giggled quietly.
Sky leaned back on the couch, arms crossed but relaxed. Ayaana and Lincoln were seated near the fireplace, talking softly. Akira was sitting on the floor
