[The Camp— Euphoria]
The campfire crackled beneath the fading amber sky, its light dancing across the gathered faces.
It wasn't fully dark yet— streaks of gold and lavender still lingered above, painting the horizon as day slowly gave way to night. The air hung heavy, not with exhaustion, but with the quiet tension that comes after survival. Everyone had made it back. Bruised. Burned and Changed.
Principal Carmela stood at the center, her long golden coat catching the faint breeze that swept through the camp. Darren stood beside her, arms crossed as always, eyes sharp and unreadable.
The relic table— a stone slab etched with runes— stood between them, its surface now bearing the faint glow of returned artifacts.
Camila's voice sliced through the hum of whispers. "You've all faced the wilds of Euphoria and returned." She paused, her gaze sweeping the semicircle of tired faces. "Now we see who among you understands not just power… but unity."
