As the night deepened, most of the guests had already returned to their kingdoms and resting places.
What remained were the closest ones, those bound to Taufik not by duty or politics, but by life itself.
Taufik sat in the master seat of the long table.
In front of him gathered the men he trusted most.
Behind him, quietly watching with soft smiles, were his wives.
Taufik glanced at them all, dragons, warriors, kings, magicians, exorcists, and comrades who had stood beside him from the beginning of his journey.
"I never felt like this," he began, voice steady but softer than usual. "…Felt like I was truly home"
Dagraha, the former King of the Green Dragons, was the first to speak. "My friend… I regret that I wasn't there when it happened. But I am very curious. What truly happened after you closed the gate in the sky back then?"
Reza leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "I'm curious too, Fik. All of us are"
