After the tension in the Jinn realm subsided, Eryndra, who was cradling Gan, gently laid his head on the ground and stood tall, gazing toward the City of Grili. Calmly, she gathered energy in her hands and released a great magical wave that enveloped the entire city. One by one, all the Jinn who had once fallen were revived—they rose again as their original selves, filled with gratitude for the unexpected second chance at life. The city of Grili bloomed with joy, the sound of happy tears, family embraces, and prayers echoing in the air.

  Yolaqen, Yarantha, and Eryndra, carrying Gan on their shoulders, walked back into the city, becoming part of a new wave of hope taking shape.

  The next morning, beneath the warm and peaceful sunlight, Gan awoke in Eryndra’s lap. Without saying much, he hugged her tightly—a hug full of relief and affection. Unexpectedly, Eryndra slowly sank behind Gan’s back, as if vanishing into him. This was a unique ability of Qiqin—entering something like roots exploring the soil. Gan was startled as part of Eryndra’s body re-emerged from his back, while the rest remained hidden inside. Eryndra whispered, “From now on, I will always be with you… inside your body. This way, we will never be apart.”

  At the palace of the Grili Kingdom, Yolaqen was offered the throne to become the new king. Yet calmly, he declined, saying, “I do not desire the throne.” His decision was respected by all, and their journey continued.

  Gan, Yolaqen, Yarantha, and Eryndra went to enjoy a morning tea at the most famous tea shop in the majin realm. The shop owner recognized them instantly and asked, “Aren’t you all Eryndra’s companions? I want to thank her… the tea she promoted is now a huge favorite!” Gan simply smiled and replied, “I’ll pass on your thanks to her.” Eryndra, still hidden within Gan, chose to remain so—knowing that her appearance as a former Qiqin might incite unnecessary fear.

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  After that warm morning, they rode a transport pulled by creatures resembling two-horned horses, heading toward the place where the great battle had once occurred—where now stood the mighty Camellia Sinensis tree, the remnant of Qiqin. There, Yolaqen created a magnificent tower using Towa ?400 magic. He sat upon his throne, overlooking the vast majin realm.

  “I will watch over this realm from here,” Yolaqen declared firmly. “My journey with all of you ends here.”

  Yarantha embraced her friend and rival, eyes glistening, “Thank you for being my friend. I will continue to rule as the Queen of Magic.”

  Gan, with sincerity, added, “Eryndra and I will journey through the universe… with Rinne ?410 magic, we will reincarnate, traversing new worlds.”

  Gan then bowed respectfully to his teacher—Yolaqen—grateful for all the knowledge and guidance he had received. With a single motion, Eryndra released the Rinne ?410 magic. Their bodies glowed in a brilliant white light, and then disappeared—beginning a new journey through another universe.

  Now, each hero had chosen their own path:

  Yolaqen, as the hidden guardian of the majin realm,

  Yarantha, the brave and noble Queen of Magic,

  Gan and Eryndra, the boundless explorers, crossing from universe to universe.

  And perhaps… one day, fate will bring them together once more, to fight side by side again.