The air inside B.U.D.D.I.E.S. Headquarters still felt unreal to Danny—warm, filtered, stable. Safe. After everything that had happened in Tempestron's storm domain, the stillness felt almost unnatural. His steps echoed softly across the metal floor as he followed Jimmy down the wide corridor, the fluorescent lights humming above them.
Three days.
Jimmy had promised three days before training resumed.
Three days to breathe, to recover, to try to feel normal again—whatever that meant for them now.
But the debrief came first.
The group was escorted into a private chamber deep in the administrative tower. Every wall gleamed with polished steel and flickered with holo panels showing the storm citadel's reconstruction in real-time: Tempestron's lightning patterns, the cracks in the citadel pillars, the storms swirling around Mira's prison.
Jimmy set a plate of waffles on the table like it was a treaty offering. "Alright, kiddos," he said, cracking his knuckles with cosmic enthusiasm. "Let's talk about the interdimensional mess you just brought back."
Danny dropped into a chair, groaning as he sank into the cushions. His golden aura flared and dimmed again—uncontrolled, humming beneath his skin like a restless heartbeat. He pulled his hood up instinctively, trying to stop glowing at Jimmy's office furniture.
Shadeclaw remained standing, arms crossed, jaw tight. He hadn't left Mira's side for more than a few minutes since they returned. The only reason he was here at all was because Jimmy had ordered it.
Swift slid into a seat next to Danny with a sigh. "If this ends with Soren trying to break our spines again, I swear—"
Jake slapped him lightly. "Dude. He can hear you through walls."
A loud roar from outside the chamber confirmed it.
Swift flinched. "Okay, noted."
Solmara stood near the far wall, silent and still. Her silver armor gleamed under the room's light, and her eyes scanned every inch of the projected storm displays. She didn't move, didn't blink—she assessed.
The Wolf King sat on a reinforced chair that creaked under his weight. He surveyed the room like a silent sentinel, his ember-lit mane drifting lazily in the artificial airflow.
Jimmy clapped once.
The room dimmed. The holograms sharpened.
"Let's begin," he said.
Danny straightened, rubbing his temples. His energy flickered again. He saw Jimmy blink—not because of the glow, but because of what he sensed.
"You're tapping into creation even when you're resting," Jimmy said quietly.
Danny swallowed. "I know."
"You're not dying," Jimmy added, "so that's a win."
Danny groaned. "Jimmy—I swear—"
Jimmy smirked. "What? You want me to say something cosmic and mysterious? I could. I have the budget for it."
Jake snorted.
Shadeclaw didn't react.
Swift leaned toward Danny. "Honestly, bro, I think he just likes confusing us."
"You think?" Danny muttered.
But Jimmy's expression shifted—just enough to signal the seriousness underneath the jokes. He gestured at Solmara.
"Let's start with what you learned about the Elemental Lords."
Solmara stepped forward. The holograms rippled, shifting into a new sequence: elemental profiles, sigil resonance charts, storm architecture.
"They will retaliate," she said bluntly. "Tempestron's defeat has destabilized their alliance. Terragorn will assume leadership."
The Wolf King's fur bristled. "The earth-bound one."
"Correct," Solmara said. "He is the most calculating. The most patient. And now the most endangered. Bones manipulated him as he manipulated all of us."
Jimmy leaned back in his chair. "Let's talk about that."
Solmara nodded. Her voice lowered.
"Magic Kid approached me. Before the fall of the Storm Citadel."
Danny's head snapped up. "Magic Kid? He found you?"
Swift stared. "THE Magic Kid? Our Magic Kid? Prison-warping, fourth-wall-breaking chaos gremlin Magic Kid?"
Solmara nodded. "He came to me disguised. A false messenger. His illusion was impressive, but not enough to hide his presence from an Elemental Lord."
Danny rubbed his face. "That little—of course he did."
Solmara continued:
"He told me the sigil stones were not meant to empower us. They were created to seal Bones. Their draining weakened the seal… and Bones wanted Tempestron, and all of us, to provoke Danny into exhausting his power—so he could kill Danny and break free fully."
Jake swore loudly.
Shadeclaw snarled, shadow flames flickering around his paws. "He wanted Danny dead so the universe would fall."
The Wolf King growled deeply. "Bones has always been a parasite. Feeding on cycles of creation and destruction."
Danny exhaled shakily. "So the stones… they're not weapons. They're locks."
Solmara nodded. "Yes. And you are the only one who can recharge them."
Jimmy's fingers drummed on the table. "And that," he said with a sigh, "is why things are about to get a whole lot worse."
Swift raised a hand. "Uh, question. Why would Magic Kid tell you that? Isn't he… on Bones' side?"
Solmara tilted her head. "He serves himself. Not Bones. Bones sees him as a tool, but Magic Kid sees Bones as a rival. If Danny dies, Magic Kid will eventually die as well. He needs Danny alive—for now."
Danny groaned. "So he's playing four-dimensional chess while we're stuck doing push-ups with Soren."
Jimmy brightened. "Speaking of Soren—three days off, then you're back under his loving, tyrannical care."
Swift slid out of his seat. "My legs still hurt from the last training cycle—"
Another bellow shook the walls: "I CAN STILL HEAR YOU, CADET SWIFT!"
Swift whimpered.
Jake cackled.
Jimmy returned to the screen. "So. Tempestron's down but not dead. The Lords are fractured. Terragorn is probably polishing his murder plans. And you all look like death warmed over."
Danny groaned. "Thanks."
Jimmy leaned forward, expression softening—not cosmic, not childish. Just… real.
"You did good," he said quietly. "You brought Mira home. You survived Tempestron. You awakened more of your creation flame. You all fought like legends."
Danny's throat tightened. Shadeclaw looked down, jaw trembling. Jake puffed up. Swift wiped his eyes discreetly. Even Solmara's posture shifted slightly with acknowledgment.
"Now," Jimmy said, sitting back, "you rest."
The next three days were a blur of healing, chaos, bonding, and training-lite.
Danny spent hours with Jimmy learning how to stabilize creation pulses. They practiced breathing exercises, resonance flow, aura compression. Danny glowed uncontrollably. Jimmy told him to stop glowing uncontrollably. Danny glowed brighter.
Swift nearly lost an eyebrow during one of Danny's aura spikes. Jade laughed until he tripped over a crate.
Jake kept bringing Danny snacks "to keep his mortal body from combusting." Danny pointed out he wasn't mortal. Jake insisted anyway.
Mira healed slowly in the med-gel, her eyes opening more each day. Shadeclaw stayed beside her every waking moment, reading to her, talking to her, sometimes just sitting silently with a hand pressed against the glass.
The Wolf King wandered HQ like a tourist, occasionally scaring cadets, and occasionally asking for waffles. Jimmy happily provided them.
Solmara spent her time studying the star charts, planning future moves, and silently worrying about the Elemental Lords.
Three days passed.
And then Jimmy called them back for phase two of the debrief.
The debrief chamber looked different three days later.
The lights were dimmer.
The holograms were sharper.
The atmosphere was heavier.
Not because of fear—
but because everyone was rested enough to realize just how bad things truly were.
Danny walked in with steadier legs this time. The golden aura around him no longer flickered violently every few seconds. Now it pulsed, slow and rhythmic, like the tide rising and falling. Not stable… but predictable. Manageable.
For now.
Jake and Swift entered beside him, still chewing on protein bars. Jade tagged behind, sorting through a stack of tactical notes he absolutely did not need to be in charge of, but Jimmy insisted it would "build character."
Shadeclaw came in last, Mira leaning against his side.
Not floating in a tank.
Not fighting for breath.
Standing.
Weak but awake.
Her shadow-wolf markings glowed faintly beneath her skin, and dark flickers rippled across her eyes when she blinked. But she was stable.
Mira scanned the room with quiet awe. "It's… so bright in here."
Shadeclaw steadied her by the elbow. "Want me to turn down the lights?"
"I'm not a vampire," Mira muttered with a tired smirk. "Just adjusting."
The Wolf King padded silently behind them, massive and calm, his presence radiating power even when he said nothing. His mane flickered gently with ember-light, casting dancing shadows across the walls.
Solmara was already in the room, arms folded, silver armor gleaming. She nodded at Danny but said nothing. Something in her eyes had changed—wariness mixed with urgency.
Jimmy spun his chair around dramatically. "Alright, loveable disasters, round two begins now!"
Bumble rolled in behind him projecting a hologram of waffles, which Jimmy slapped off the table without looking.
"Not now, Bumble. Later. When the galaxy isn't on fire."
Bumble beeped in disappointment.
Jimmy hopped onto the table, cross-legged, with the balance of an immortal who didn't care about the structural integrity of furniture.
"So! Day three check-in. How're we feeling? Alive? Glowy? Traumatized?"
Danny held up one finger. "Yes."
Jimmy grinned. "Which one?"
"Yes."
"Excellent," Jimmy nodded. "That's growth."
Shadeclaw positioned Mira gently in a chair. The Wolf King stood behind her like a guardian statue, rumbling protectively.
Swift raised his hand. "Before we start: is Soren listening again?"
A deep thunderous voice echoed from the hallway: "ALWAYS."
Swift flinched. "Cool, cool, cool."
Jimmy snapped his fingers, and the lights dimmed. The hologram of the galaxy bloomed into existence, planets and systems spinning slowly.
Three points glowed brightest.
Pyronyx's realm—blazing red.
Myrraline's ocean fortress—deep blue.
Terragorn's underworld dominion—molten black.
"These," Jimmy said, tapping each one, "are the last three sigil stones. And yes—each is currently dormant because someone drained them."
Shadeclaw hissed. Mira flinched. Danny sighed.
Jimmy waved it off. "No shame, no blame, Tempestron's a jerk, moving on."
Solmara stepped forward.
"The Lords have divided themselves," she said. "Tempestron's defeat fractured their alliance. Aetherion and Myrraline are uncertain. Pyronyx is enraged. Umbrakrell wants blood. And Terragorn…"
Jimmy's expression darkened.
Danny leaned forward. "What about Terragorn?"
"Terragorn is thinking," Solmara said, staring at the hologram. "And when he thinks, empires tremble."
The Wolf King growled in agreement. "The earth one will be the most dangerous. The oldest. The hardest to move."
"Exactly," Solmara nodded.
Jake crossed his arms. "Okay but—what exactly does he want?"
Solmara turned to the group. Her voice lowered.
"He wants to exploit Danny's heart."
Danny froze.
Shadeclaw tensed.
The Wolf King snarled.
Mira reached for Shadeclaw instinctively.
Jimmy sighed heavily. "Yeah. I sensed that too. It's not just Danny's power they want—they want what he cares about."
Danny felt something hot and violent spike inside his chest. His aura flared brighter before he forced it back down.
"So they're going after… what? My friends? My team?"
Solmara nodded.
"They cannot kill you easily. Terragorn knows this. But he can weaken you—emotionally—slowly—by attacking what anchors you."
Danny's fists shook. Jake reached over and squeezed his shoulder.
Swift added, "Hey—if that rock-brain thinks he's touching any of us, he's wrong."
Jade nodded solemnly. "He'd have to go through the Wolf King, Shadeclaw, Solmara, Jimmy, all of Buddy HQ and—"
Swift cut in. "And Danny's dragon rage."
"Don't forget the dragon rage," Jake agreed.
Danny didn't smile.
Mira looked at him gently. "Danny… we're not helpless."
Danny swallowed. "You were taken. Because of me."
Mira flinched. Shadeclaw lowered his head like a wolf ready to bite the world.
"Tempestron took her because he was desperate," Solmara corrected. "Not because you were weak."
Jimmy hopped off the table. "Alright, angst recess over. Back to plot."
He swiped through the hologram again.
"Here's the plan. You get three days off. Yes, for real. No, no training. No Soren—"
A roar from the hallway: "I CAN STILL HEAR YOU!"
"—but after that," Jimmy continued, "you start a new training regimen. Harder. More specialized. Creation resonance lessons. Shadow control. Elemental countermeasures. Team tactics."
Swift groaned. "We just survived a lightning god."
Jake elbowed him. "Let him talk."
Jimmy pointed at each team member:
"Danny, you're unstable but improving. You need to learn to compress creation so you don't glow like a supernova every time you sneeze."
Danny winced. "One time—ONE time—I sneezed and the cafeteria chairs melted."
Jade muttered, "It was two times."
Jimmy continued:
"Swift—your silver dragon instinct is waking up. You need to train your elemental resistance."
Swift's eyes widened. "But that means—"
"Yes," Jimmy nodded. "Soren gets to throw you into lava simulations."
Swift collapsed onto the table.
Jake laughed until Jimmy pointed at him too.
"Jake—you and Bumble are now a combat unit. The engineering corps is designing a new module for Bumble: a shield projector AND a spicy attitude adjustment."
Bumble beeped aggressively at Jimmy and rolled onto Jake's foot in protest.
"I know, buddy," Jake said, patting the bot. "He's rude."
"Jade," Jimmy said, "you're getting chi-assault training. No more shotgun punches."
Jade gasped. "Blasphemy."
"And Mira," Jimmy added, voice gentler, "you'll train with Solmara and Shadeclaw to stabilize your shadow-wolf forms."
Mira nodded firmly.
Jimmy clapped once.
"And Wolf King—you don't train. You terrorize people naturally."
The Wolf King grinned, fangs gleaming. "Correct."
Mira laughed softly. It was the first true laugh she'd made since waking. Shadeclaw nearly melted hearing it.
Jimmy turned serious again.
"You all get three days. After that, this whole station becomes your training ground."
Danny nodded slowly. "And after training?"
Solmara answered.
"We retrieve the sigil stones."
And then—
Her expression shifted subtly.
Her posture straightened.
The room grew colder.
"There is something else," she said. "The Elemental Lords summoned me before Tempestron's fall. They demanded I explain myself."
Shadeclaw stiffened.
The Wolf King growled.
Danny leaned forward. "What happened?"
Solmara closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them, they carried the weight of ancient storms.
"They threatened me. Pyronyx wanted to burn me alive. Myrraline wished to drown me. Aetherion was torn. Umbrakrell wanted to cut out my shadows. And Terragorn… watched."
Mira swallowed. "What did you tell them?"
"The truth," Solmara said.
She projected the memory above the table.
A glowing golden likeness of Magic Kid appeared—smiling, dancing, mocking—while Terragorn and the others glared.
"He told me everything," Solmara continued. "Bones deceived them. The stones were locks—not gifts. Draining them weakened the seal. Killing Danny would finish the job. Bones used them."
Danny felt ice crawl through him.
Jake whispered, "So they were puppets…"
Solmara nodded. "And Terragorn does not tolerate being used."
Jimmy rubbed his temples. "Oh great. An angry earth titan with trust issues. Fantastic."
Danny leaned on the table. "What did the Lords decide?"
Solmara's answer was a whisper.
"They decided to hunt the liar."
"The liar?"
"Bones."
Mira gasped softly.
Shadeclaw muttered, "Good. Let them tear each other apart."
But Solmara shook her head.
"It is not that simple. To reach Bones, they need the sigil stones. And to use the sigil stones… they need you."
Danny felt his stomach drop.
"They're coming for me?"
Solmara met his eyes.
"No."
Her voice lowered.
"They're coming for who you care about."
The room froze.
Jake slowly put a hand on Danny's shoulder.
Swift tensed, silver flickering across his skin.
Shadeclaw pulled Mira closer.
The Wolf King bared his teeth, fire flickering in his throat.
And Danny—
for the first time since the tournament—
felt his creation flame burn like a star.
Uncontrolled.
Unyielding.
Alive.
"They want to use me," he whispered. "As a battery. A key. A weapon."
Solmara nodded.
"Terragorn doesn't want your death. He wants your surrender."
Danny shook his head. "He won't get it."
Jimmy stepped forward.
"And that," he said, "is why you're getting three days off."
Danny blinked. "What?"
Jimmy shrugged. "Look. If they're going to try to emotionally cripple you, we might as well let you get emotionally stable first."
Jake and Swift burst out laughing.
Shadeclaw snorted.
Even the Wolf King chuckled like distant thunder.
Jimmy threw his hands up. "Hey! I'm ancient, not heartless."
Mira smiled. "Thank you, Jimmy."
Jimmy winked. "Anything for my cadets."
Danny inhaled… exhaled… and felt the creation aura calm just a little.
Three days.
Three days before the storm began again.
Three days before the hunt for the sigil stones.
Three days before Terragorn made his move.
Danny squared his shoulders.
"Let's use them wisely."
Danny didn't sleep much the first night of their three-day rest.
Not because nightmares kept him awake—though he had plenty of those stocked up—but because the creation energy humming under his skin wouldn't fully settle. It pulsed quietly, like a second heartbeat paired to the rhythm of something ancient. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt the stones calling to him—not painfully, but insistently.
One pulse came from somewhere scorching hot.
Another from a pressure so deep it felt like the air turned to stone.
And another from shifting currents, constantly changing direction.
Danny sat on the edge of his bunk, fingers clasped, eyes unfocused. Swift slept in the opposite bunk, sprawled out like he'd been hit by a tranquilizer dart. Jake was curled up on his bed, Bumble tucked under one arm like a very violent teddy bear.
Jake snored.
Bumble gently beep-snored in harmony.
Danny managed a tired smile. "At least someone's resting."
A soft knock sounded at the door.
Danny looked up. "Come in."
Solmara stepped inside quietly, her armor removed, leaving her in a fitted training suit of smooth woven black and silver. She looked almost human like this—almost. Her presence still carried something celestial, something sharp.
"You are awake," she said simply.
Danny nodded. "Can't shut it off."
"Creation rarely sleeps," she replied. "Especially not when stirred."
He gestured to the bunk opposite him. "You want to sit?"
She hesitated—Solmara rarely sat unless strategy demanded it—but then crossed the small room and sat with perfect posture.
Danny waited.
She didn't speak at first. She simply studied him with eyes that saw far more than the physical. After a moment, she said:
"You feel their pull."
Danny rubbed his temples. "Yeah. It's like they're calling me. Each one… like they're breathing through me."
"That is because they are tied to creation," Solmara said. "You do not draw power from them—they draw stability from you."
Danny blinked. "Stability? What do you mean?"
Solmara turned slightly, clasping her hands. "Creation is the origin point. It sets the pattern. You are not one who uses the sigil stones. You are the reason they exist."
Danny stared at her. "That makes no sense."
"It makes perfect sense," she said. "The sigil stones were forged long before the Elemental Lords. Even before the first civilizations. They resonate with the force that shaped the early cosmos. They resonate with you."
Danny exhaled. "You're saying they… belong to me?"
"Not in ownership," Solmara said softly. "In essence."
Danny looked down at his hands. They weren't glowing now—but the faint golden rings just beneath the skin were still visible, humming like quiet breath.
"I didn't ask for any of this," he whispered.
Solmara tilted her head. "Choice is a luxury of those who live ordinary lives. You do not have that luxury. You were born into a cosmic pattern not of your making."
Danny looked up. "You're saying it's fate?"
She hesitated—an unusual break in her precision.
"No," she said. "I am saying it is possibility. Destiny is not a prison; it is a doorway. You may step through willingly or be dragged through unwillingly. But the doorway does not vanish."
Danny let that sit for a moment.
Solmara watched him quietly. "You wonder if your awakening makes you dangerous."
Danny's voice was low. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
"That fear," Solmara said, "is what prevents you from becoming a monster."
Danny let out a shaky breath. "You say that like you've seen monsters."
"I have," she said. "Some I fought. Some I followed. Some I trusted."
He knew she meant Tempestron. Maybe more.
"Magic Kid told you Bones was using you," Danny said. "Why did you believe him?"
Solmara's eyes shifted, unreadable. "Because he was not lying."
Danny blinked. "He was… telling the truth?"
"Half-truth," Solmara said. "Bones had manipulated us. But Magic Kid told me because it suited his own agenda. He is chaos, not kindness."
Danny looked down again. "Feels like we're caught between everyone else's games."
Solmara nodded slowly. "You are. But unlike the rest of us… you are not a pawn. You are the one variable that neither Bones nor the Elemental Lords can predict."
Danny almost laughed. "I'm not that special."
She leaned in slightly, eyes intense.
"Danny. You defeated Tempestron. You stabilized a collapsing storm citadel. You freed Mira from a prison designed to kill anything weaker than a god. You channeled creation without training. And you still think you are small."
Danny stared at her, speechless.
"You are not small," Solmara whispered. "You are becoming."
Danny swallowed hard. "That scares me."
Solmara's voice softened—gentle in a way he had never heard from her.
"Good."
Danny blinked. "Good?"
"Yes," she said. "Only the ones who fear their power can wield it without destroying everything."
They sat in silence for a moment.
Then Solmara stood.
"Rest, Danny. Tomorrow you train with Soren. And after that… the hunt for the sigil stones begins."
Danny nodded slowly. "Goodnight."
She paused at the doorway. "Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"You are not alone in this."
He smiled. "Thanks."
She left.
Danny lay back on his bunk, staring at the ceiling until exhaustion finally dragged him under.
Shadeclaw and Mira spent their first day walking the observation gardens. The domed biome was warm and humid, filled with alien plants from dozens of worlds. Shadeclaw supported Mira carefully, one hand around her waist.
She moved slowly, but every step felt like victory.
"Everything looks… brighter," Mira whispered.
Shadeclaw glanced at her. "Brighter?"
Mira nodded. "And darker. Not bad-darker. Just sharper. Like shadows have depth now."
Shadeclaw hesitated. "Do you regret the transformation?"
Mira stopped walking.
She turned to him, lifting a hand to touch his cheek. Her fingers trembled slightly, but her gaze was steady.
"No," she said. "I regret nothing that brought me back to you."
Shadeclaw swallowed hard.
Mira continued, voice soft. "I was afraid. Not because of what I became—but because I thought you'd hate me for not being strong enough."
Shadeclaw's voice cracked. "I could never hate you."
She leaned her forehead to his. "I know that now."
He pulled her into a gentle hug, one hand on the back of her head.
The Wolf King watched from a distance, arms crossed, nodding in approval.
Jake spent his three days fixing, upgrading, and occasionally arguing with Bumble.
"Bumble, you can't just replace your arms with plasma cannons. You're a builder bot."
Bumble beeped furiously and projected an image of himself as a battle mech.
"No, you can't have missile pods either."
Bumble projected a sad crying emoji.
Jake sighed. "Okay… maybe one missile pod."
Bumble's entire chassis lit up in victory.
Swift practiced shifting forms in the training hall—human, half-dragon, then full silver dragon, wings unfolding with an almost liquid smoothness.
He breathed silver fire at a target—missed—and blew a hole in the ceiling insulation.
"Oops."
Soren appeared instantly.
"You will FIX THAT, CADET SWIFT!"
Swift saluted with a squeak. "Yes sir!!"
Jade worked with chi nodes, punching metal blocks until they shattered, experimenting with new techniques that combined street-brawler instincts with precise chi flows.
He grinned as a blast sent a dummy through three walls.
"Oh yeah. That's going in the Jade Killington manual."
The Wolf King spent his time wandering HQ, occasionally terrifying cadets who rounded corners too quickly.
By the second day, he had been given his own keycard, his own dining hall, and his own warning signs.
"DO NOT APPROACH THE GIANT BURNING WOLF WITHOUT PERMISSION."
He ignored them anyway.
And through it all, Solmara studied HQ like she was learning a new planet—its defenses, its architecture, its politics. Observing, analyzing, preparing for the storm to come.
On the third night, Jimmy called everyone back into the chamber.
"You ready?" he asked.
Danny exhaled slowly. "Yeah. I think so."
Swift nodded. "As ready as we'll ever be."
Jake slapped Danny's back. "Let's get it done, bro."
Jade cracked his knuckles. "I'm born ready."
Shadeclaw held Mira's hand; she squeezed his. "We're with you."
The Wolf King stepped forward. "My pack stands united. We hunt together."
Solmara walked into the center of the room.
"The Elemental Lords are preparing," she said. "Terragorn especially. They have learned the truth—and they are furious. Their next move will not be subtle."
Jimmy swiped a hologram open.
Three sigil stone locations pulsed.
"We get to them first," Jimmy said. "We bring them home. Danny recharges them. Bones stays sealed. The Lords get shut down."
Solmara shook her head.
"It will not be that simple."
Jake frowned. "Why not?"
Solmara looked Danny straight in the eyes.
"Because Terragorn has already chosen his strategy."
The room tensed.
"He will not attack Danny directly," Solmara said. "He will come after your anchors. Those you love. Those you protect."
Danny felt the air in the room tighten—like a lung inhaling before a shout.
Solmara finished:
"He will hunt your heart."
Danny stood slowly.
The creation rings beneath his skin flared. Intense. Controlled. Burning with purpose.
"He can try," Danny said quietly.
Jake grinned.
Swift stepped up beside him.
The Wolf King growled in approval.
Shadeclaw bared his fangs. Mira's shadow aura flickered defiantly.
Solmara's eyes glimmered—something like pride.
Jimmy snapped the hologram into mission mode.
"Then let's train like the galaxy depends on it."
Danny cracked his knuckles, creation humming.
"Because it does."