Nathen and Gobo journeyed north, aiming for the bustling city of Cooper within the Crimson Shield Kingdom. Their mode of travel was extraordinary—a grand airship attached to the back of a majestic dragon. As the dragon soared through the sky, the city of Cooper emerged on the horizon, its crimson hues glowing in the sunlight.

Upon landing, Nathen and Gobo disembarked and made their way through the city's vibrant streets. Merchants hawked their wares, and the air was filled with the scent of exotic spices. They wandered, seeking a place to rest when Gobo felt a tug at his belt.

Turning swiftly, Gobo caught a young boy in the act. "You can’t steal from a thief, kid," he said with a chuckle, grabbing the boy's hand. The boy, wearing a golden owl mask, bit Gobo's hand and sprinted away with his bag.

Nathen and Gobo gave chase. The boy’s speed increased suddenly, indicating the use of Varuna magic. Gobo summoned a Pegasus and mounted it, while Nathen propelled himself forward with bursts of flame. They quickly closed the distance.

Gobo grabbed the boy, pinning him against a wall. "I’m 27 years old and I still beat young boys in races," he joked. "I’m the best."

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Nathen, catching his breath, asked, "What’s your name?"

"Scion," the boy replied, "son of Sahaqiel, the Angel of the Sky."

Nathen and Gobo exchanged incredulous looks and laughed. "How can you be the son of a dead god?" Nathen asked sarcastically.

Before Scion could respond, a golden door materialized in the wall beside them. A stunning woman emerged, her presence commanding. "Scion, get inside the base," she ordered.

Gobo stared at her, love-struck. Nathen, exasperated, smacked Gobo’s head to snap him out of it.

The woman’s eyes widened as she saw Nathen. "No... no way... Nathen?" she exclaimed, running to embrace him. "It’s me, your Aunt Kahari."

Nathen was stunned. "Wait, I have an aunt I didn't know about?"

Gobo, still smitten, chimed in, "So, Nathen, what are your thoughts on me being your uncle?"

"SHUT UP," Nathen and Kahari said in unison.

"Yep, confirmed. She’s your aunt," Gobo muttered.

Entering the golden door, they found themselves in a house within a pocket dimension. "I can’t believe you’ve got your mom’s eyes," Aunt Kahari remarked.

"How do you know?" Nathen asked.

"I’m your mother’s younger sister," she explained. "Scion is your cousin, making Sahaqiel your uncle."

A young man with an apron appeared, calling Nathen by his true name. "Surtur?"

Gobo’s jaw dropped in shock. "Sahaqiel himself?" Unable to process the sight of a supposedly dead ancient god, Gobo fainted, collapsing in a heap on the floor.

Nathen looked at his unconscious friend, then back at Sahaqiel. "What is going on here?"

"All will be explained, Surtur," Sahaqiel said, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "Welcome to your true family, Nathen."