The water around Timmy became a dark, swirling energy. From the depths of his rage and sorrow, he began to summon the power of the deep sea. Massive creatures—gigantic sea serpents, formidable sharks, and swarms of fierce, glowing jellyfish—emerged from the swirling currents.

  The sea serpents wrapped around the Kraken’s limbs and cut cutting through the creature’s thick hide. The sharks gnawed at the Kraken’s tough skin. The jellyfish, with their bioluminescent stings, seared through the water, sending jolts of pain through the Kraken’s body.

  The Kraken let out a guttural scream, its massive form writhing in agony. The Tentacles flailed erratically.

  Timmy's eyes turned entirely blue, glowing with a power he had never known before. His small hand thrust out, trembling with raw energy. He screamed with the sound echoing through the depths, summoning a creature from the abyss. From the darkness, a leviathan of the deep sea emerged. The colossal form of the creature dwarfed even the mighty Kraken.

  The Kraken was already besieged by the sea serpents, sharks, and jellyfish. Now it faced the overwhelming presence of the leviathan. With a thunderous roar, the leviathan lunged forward. It’s massive jaws clamped down on the Kraken’s body. The Kraken let out a final, desperate scream. The leviathan’s bite severed its tentacles, forcing it to release Oakley and Henry.

  Timmy’s mother, Oakley, swam towards Henry, whose strength was fading fast. She grabbed him, trying to pull him to the surface, but she could feel his struggle weakening. Henry turned to Timmy with sorrow in his eyes.

  ‘Timmy,’ Henry thought, ‘my body has little magic. It always has. And you... you’ve awakened something incredible. I’m so proud of you. This isn't the way I planned to go out... But at least I'm proud of my son. He's strong... Raise him well, Osana… ’

  Henry's consciousness began to slip away. He closed his eyes, accepting the inevitable, but then, Henry felt a strange sensation, as if the water itself was invigorating him rather than suffocating him. His eyes snapped open, and to his astonishment, he was able to breathe under water. Timmy had a hand held out right infront of Henry.

  "Timmy... how?"

  Timmy responded while concentrating his energy around them. "I won't lose you, Dad. Just hold on."

  Meanwhile, Roselle, who had been observing the unfolding events from a distance, noticed something unusual at the very bottom of the sea—a faint silhouette of a hand. She swam deeper to investigate. After getting closer, she realized it was Molly, motionless and pale.

  "No, no, no..." Roselle murmured. She reached out and grabbed Molly's limp hand, pulling her upwards with all her strength. The water resistance made the task incredibly difficult.

  Meanwhile, Timmy, Henry, and Oakley made their way towards the surface. Timmy's strength began to disappear. The closer they got, the more the strain on his young body became evident. His breaths grew labored, and the glow in his eyes started to lower.

  "Almost there, Timmy," Oakley encouraged.

  Henry, sensing his son's struggle, squeezed his hand. "You've done so much, my boy. Just a little further."

  Finally, they broke the surface, gasping for air. The sunlight felt warm and reassuring on their faces. Osana, who had been waiting anxiously on the shore, rushed to help pull them out of the water.

  Timmy, utterly exhausted, collapsed onto the sand. Osana and Oakley knelt beside him."You did it, Timmy. You saved us," Oakley said.

  Henry nodded. "We're safe because of you, son. I'm so proud of you."

  Timmy managed a weak smile before his eyes fluttered shut.

  Roselle emerged from the water at that time, struggling to pull Molly's limp form onto the shore. "Help! Molly needs help!" she cried.

  Timmy stirred a long time later when the sun had already set. His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was Oakley, who immediately grabbed onto him, sobbing with relief.

  "My baby, you're awake," Oakley cried. Her tears fell onto his cheeks while hugging him tightly.

  Henry, standing a bit distantly, had tears of joy streaming down his face. He stayed back, giving Oakley the moment she needed with their son.

  Osana, who had been watching closely, joined in the hug, wrapping her arms around Timmy and Oakley. "You scared us, little buddy, but you were so brave," she whispered.

  Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle looked on. Roselle's face beamed with happiness. Risebelle remained serious but nodded in approval. Runebelle managed a small smile on her usually sad face.

  Haras exclaimed, "This is beautiful, just like that quote from Dark Lotus – 'in the midst of darkness, find the light of love.’ Ah, what a Family...’”

  Kintovar, lost in thought, simply said, "Family, eh?" She placed her hands on her hips momentarily in deep thought.‘Family... such a simple word, yet so complex….’

  Kintovar remembered her mission to the West, a journey that held a deeper, more personal quest. There was someone there in jail she needed to meet, a relative—or was she more? Kintovar hadn't confirmed their relationship just yet, but the thought gnawed at her. It was an unanswered question that loomed over her heart.

  Her mind then drifted to her creations, Roselle, Risebelle, and Runebelle. Each one was a masterpiece. She vividly recalled the day she first held Risebelle in her arms.

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  It was months ago what she created them and Risebelle was the first creation. Kintovar had picked up Risebelle, cradling her gently, but Risebelle resisted with a blush coming to her face. "Don't treat me like your child," she had said, pulling away from Kintovar's embrace.

  Kintovar sighed. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. How times have changed. Today, her creations felt like her children in every sense of the word. They had grown, not just in power but in personality and bonds. Roselle, with her innocent joy; Risebelle, with her confidence and leadership; and Runebelle, with her quiet strength.

  She looked at them now, standing a little way off, observing the reunion of Timmy and his family

  Timmy, becoming more aware of his surroundings, turned to his parents with a concerned look. "What about Molly? Is she okay?"

  Henry and Oakley exchanged somber glances. Osana stepped forward. "Timmy, there's something you should know. Dr. Kintovar and Dr. Haras did everything they could for Molly. They said she was fine but... she hasn't woken up yet."

  Timmy's eyes widened, and a frown formed on his face. "She’s still not awake? But…"

  Timmy hurried towards the spot where Molly lay on a towel in the sand. He knelt beside her with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Molly!" he sobbed and buried his face in her side. "I’m so sorry! I never meant it when I said I hated you. I was just mad and... and I didn’t really mean it. I just want you to wake up. Please, Molly!"

  He clung to her, his small arms wrapping around her. “I promise, I’ll be better. I’ll be the best little brother. Just wake up! Please!”

  Timmy to sob into Molly’s side. Suddenly, Molly’s eyelids fluttered open. She let out a weak groan.

  “Crybaby,” Molly muttered. She slowly lifted her head and spat out a mouthful of seawater. “Ugh, I feel like I just ate seaweed. It’s disgusting.”

  Timmy’s tears of sorrow turned to tears of relief. “You’re okay! You’re really okay!”

  Molly managed a small, weary smile. “Yeah, I guess so. I’ll be alright.”

  Timmy’s face lit up with pure joy as he threw his arms around her once more. “I’m so glad! I was so scared…!”

  Osana, Henry, and Oakley, who had been watching from a distance, breathed a collective sigh of relief. Osana came over and helped Timmy off the sand, embracing both him and Molly with a warm hug.

  Henry walked over to where Kintovar and Haras stood with a sincere look.“I know scientists aren’t usually appreciated,” Henry began. “You both probably often got disrespected and treated like you’re nothing by those who think they’re better with their magic and high status. But anyone who saves my family… who brings them back to me, deserves more than just thanks.”

  Kintovar and Haras looked at Henry with slight surprise. Henry continued, “I don’t care who you are or what people think of you. I want to repay you for everything you’ve done. Please, tell me how I can make this right.”

  Kintovar gave a small nod. “Your thanks are more than enough, Henry.”

  Timmy, who had been listening quietly, peeked out from behind Osana. Osana noticed her little brother's curiosity and nudged him gently.

  Timmy, a bit bashful but moved by the moment, slowly stepped out from behind Osana. While looking at Roselle, he couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. In Timmy’s eyes, she like a princess.

  Timmy looked up at Roselle with wide appreciative eyes. "You’re really cool, Roselle," he said. "I remember how your sisters were using those big cannon things, but you had that pretty lightning power. Lightning powers are so cool!"

  Roselle, hearing Timmy’s compliment, gave a gentle smile. She crouched down to be at eye level with him. "Thank you, Timmy," she said softly. "But honestly, I didn’t do much. I just used my lightning to help out and power up my sisters. They’re the ones who really did all the hard work."

  Timmy’s eyes sparkled. "Even so, I think it’s amazing. I wish I could use lightning like you. It’s like having magic superpowers!"

  Roselle chuckled. She looked at him in thought, ‘Oh Timmy, have you forgotten what you did down in the sea? You were braver and more amazing than me… you’re the one with amazing powers here.’

  Suddenly, Rawna emerged from her hidden spot, her Violet hair was now adorned with another golden ring. She didn't mince words and got straight to the point,

  "Are we done wasting time here? We've got a long journey to the West to go."

  Henry offered, “If we're all headed west, you can come with us. Safety in numbers, right?"

  Kintovar was about to decline the offer, but Rawna, surprisingly spoke on behalf of the group. "Fine, we'll travel together. But we have our own agenda."

  The two groups, now united in their journey, began to make their way to Henry's truck. Everyone piled into the back, ready to hit the road. However, Timmy had a different plan in mind. He subtly gestured to the front seat, signaling for Roselle to sit there next to him.

  The truck roared to life and began to rumble down the road. Timmy glanced over at Roselle, who was sitting beside him in the front seat. Roselle was humming softly to herself. Her eyes occasionally drifted out the window. She made an occasional bounce of her head to the rhythm of her humming.

  Timmy tried to focus on the scenery outside the window, but his eyes kept stealing glances at Roselle

  Roselle noticed Timmy’s glances and, with a friendly smile, decided to break the silence. “You know, Timmy, there are so many different powers in this world. It’s pretty incredible.”

  Timmy’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “Yeah, they are really cool! I wish I could see you use your lightning powers again. I bet you could beat up lots of bad guys if you had to!”

  Roselle chuckled softly. “Maybe, but fighting isn’t always the answer."

  Timmy eagerly shouted, “Oh! I have a friend, you know. He can do some powers too, but it's nothing special. He can just turn lights on and off without even touching them. Not like yours."

  "That's interesting, “Roselle replied. "You know, Timmy, our powers might not be limited to just that. Your Powers for instance, are just now awakening."

  Timmy’s brow furrowed. “Wait, what do you mean my powers are awakening? I don’t remember anything about powers. I remember getting really angry at the Kraken, and then everything went blue. I could feel myself moving and doing things, but... I don’t really know what happened.”

  Roselle’s confusion mirrored Timmy’s. She tilted her head slightly. “You don’t remember? When you were facing the Kraken, you summoned those sea creatures. They came from the depths of the ocean to help you. It was incredible!”

  Timmy’s eyes widened in surprise. “I did that? I thought it was just me getting really angry. I didn’t know I was actually doing anything...”

  Roselle smiled gently. “Yes, you did. It sounds like your emotions unlocked something powerful within you. Sometimes, our true abilities come out when we’re pushed to our limits.”

  Timmy looked down at his hands in awe. “I wish I could remember it better. It sounds like it was amazing!”

  Meanwhile, Henry continued to drive the truck through the forest, navigating the winding roads carefully. His face turned serious. "We've got to floor it, folks. There are a bunch of mystical creatures in this forest. A crack in the barrier allowed them in a few days back. The Western and Eastern Armies are dealing with the situation, but sometimes, there are clashes between the East and West. We don't want to get caught in any crossfire attacks."

  Henry floored it. The truck accelerated quickly, leaving the dangerous forest behind. They finally reached a road; however, Henry had to make a sharp turn to avoid colliding with another car, causing the truck swerved dangerously.

  “Shit!”

  Henry’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and struggled to regain control. Fortunately, he managed to steer the truck safely away from the other vehicles in time. The group inside the truck collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

  The truck entered the Western Territory and almost immediately, Roselle's gaze was drawn to the forest along the road. There, among the towering trees, she spotted a colossal Mystic creature. It was a hulking grotesque being. Its twisted body was covered in bony plates, and its hollow, dark eyes seemed to pierce the very soul of anyone who dared to look at it.

  The creature let out an echoing screech.