Jen stood alone on the icy plain, eyes closed in meditation. His tattered robes fluttered in the frigid wind, but he paid the cold no mind. All his focus was directed inward as he prepared for today's lesson with Master Giinru.

Months of relentless training had strengthened both his body and Cos aura. No longer did the harsh environment sap his energy. Jen had learned to harness his inner spirit to endure, shielding himself from external threats.

But his true powers still lay dormant. Giinru said when the student was ready, a unique Cos would awaken. Jen had yet to manifest such an ability, but today felt different. An electric anticipation thrummed inside him.

Jen's eyes snapped open as he sensed Giinru approaching, his steps light despite the snow. The master regarded Jen appraisingly.

"Today is the day, I think," Giinru said. "Your aura shows readiness. Let us begin."

Without warning, he hurled a crackling bolt of Cos energy at Jen. Rather than block or dodge, Jen felt strangely calm as he raised a hand.

The bolt halted in mid-air inches from his palm. Reality itself seemed to warp around the frozen energy as Jen instinctively tapped into a new power. Gravity manipulation!

With a serene exhale, Jen reversed the bolt's trajectory and returned it to Giinru at twice the speed. The master narrowly deflected it with his own Cos shielding.

"Well done," Giinru said, eyes glinting approval. "Your true power has awakened."

They trained for hours as Jen explored his new gravity manipulation. He learned to amplify gravity around targets, pinning them helplessly in place. Or reverse it to make them float uncontrollably upwards. He also mixed and matched and used combos with his warping powers

By day's end, Jen could selectively alter gravity across wide areas. Beasts stalking him suddenly found themselves crushed into the ice or sent careening skyward. Even Giinru had to boost his aura density to avoid being impacted.

But Jen soon found his LIMITS too. Maintaining the gravitational fields was extremely taxing. After practice, his legs nearly buckled in exhaustion. The power seemed to drain his very lifeforce.

"You have made a strong beginning, but gravity manipulation requires much training yet," Giinru said as Jen heaved for breath. "Rest now. Your Cos will grow in time."

Jen nodded, physical and mental energy spent. But despite the taxing effects, he now had a power all his own. And with it, the potential to free his friends and turn the tide against Lizayon.

Jen rested briefly in his shelter before extending his Cos senses to check on Kaganji and Jax. They endured still, though weakened greatly by their ordeals. Jen desperately wished he could share his newfound power. But ascending the pit levels would require more training.

On level 4, Jax was clawing just to survive. Endless verdant forests stretched in every direction, but they provided no respite. Vicious warped creatures hunted him from the shadows, never letting him rest.

Jax spent each day frantically scavenging for meager lichens and fungi to eat. At night he would climb the towering trees to escape the deadly ground hunters. His wasted body trembled constantly from exhaustion.

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But Jax's cunning and resourcefulness kept him going. He set spiked traps around the trunks to deter climbers. The forests provided materials for camouflage, weapons, and deception. His mental resilience remained unbroken, planning his next escape.

On volcanic level 6, Kaganji was faring little better. Acidic rivers burned his flesh, and the smoky air seared his lungs with every breath. He took shelter in cramped fiery caves, though the temperatures still left him badly scalded.

Kaganji occupied his formidable intellect by analyzing the geological mechanics of each volcano. He carefully observed eruption warning signs, using the logic of science to maximize his meager chances.

Here in Lizayon's hell-prisons, only wits and inner purpose could sustain life. And like Jax, Kaganji clung fiercely to his principles, never giving up the hope of reuniting with his friends.

Jen came out of his meditation, resolve hardened. He would not let them suffer alone in the darkness much longer. Once his new Cos was strengthened, he would find a way to breach the sealed levels and free them both.

Giinru noted Jen's determined expression and nodded approvingly. "Your Cos feeds on the bonds you share, not mere brute force. Never forget what truly drives you."

With his master's wisdom to guide him, Jen persevered through the harsh training. Each day he honed his focus and control, sharpening gravity manipulation into a precise scalpel instead of unwieldy cudgel. In time, even the mightiest beasts fell before his power.

While Jen endured his harsh trials under Giinru's tutelage, Liya, Yuna, and little Aurora found themselves in a very different situation.

When Lizayon had attacked their space station sanctuary, the three had managed to evacuate aboard an escape pod as his forces boarded. Yuna frantically piloted them away, plotting a blind dimensional jump to lose any pursuit.

The pod shuddered violently as it pierced the fabric of realities, exposing them to chaotic energies. Yuna desperately tried to stabilize their course, fighting to steer them somewhere - anywhere - away from Lizayon's reach.

With a final jolt, the tiny ship emerged in orbit around an unfamiliar planet. Scan readings showed it was Earth, but not the one they knew. This reality's signature resonated gently.

Too exhausted to assess further, Yuna guided the smoking pod down to the first land mass she spotted. They emerged in a remote coastal area surrounded by lush forests and farmland. The pod had gone undetected, buying them time.

Aurora began crying, frightened by their harsh landing. Liya comforted the child, internally flooded with relief they had made it somewhere safe. But without the others, she felt overwhelmed by the burden of protecting Aurora alone.

Yuna placed a steadying hand on her friend's shoulder. "We're going to be okay," she said, blinking back her own tears. "Let's find shelter and plan our next steps."

Exploring inland, they came across an abandoned but cozy cottage in the woods. Yuna determined its former owner had passed away years ago. Within days, they had settled into a simple routine, trying to regain some sense of normalcy.

Aurora seemed comforted by the familiar domestic tasks - mealtimes in the quaint kitchen, playtime among the flowers and trees outside. Seeing the child's smiles lifted Yuna and Liya's spirits despite the underlying grief for their lost companions.

At night, Liya would tuck Aurora into the handmade crib they found, humming lullabies until she drifted off. But her own sleep was haunted by visions of Jen out there somewhere enduring untold torments. She wondered if she would ever see him again, or if this quiet world was to be their life now.

During the days, Yuna ventured cautiously into the nearest town to barter mechanical repairs for food and supplies. Her skills were welcomed, if her eccentric appearance drew curious glances. She took the opportunity to subtly probe for any news, but this Earth seemed ignorant of interdimensional threats.

As weeks passed in relative peace, the acute pain of their loss dulled to a persistent ache. They kept hoping each day would bring the others back to them, but the universe remained silent.

One sunny afternoon, Liya sat braiding Aurora's hair in the flower garden, treasuring a rare moment of serenity. These fleeting respites were gifts to cherish.

Aurora giggled happily at the butterflies flitting around the vibrant blossoms. "Pwetty!" she exclaimed, reaching to grasp at them. Liya gently stopped her from toddling into the flowerbeds in pursuit.

Their quiet reverie was broken by Yuna laughing.