The next morning, Moto decides they should stop by Sheu's house to let her father know she is safe, even though she didn't come home last night. As they approach, they find the house empty. A note is left on the door.

Sheu, reading the note aloud: "Sorry, but the king has summoned me urgently for a mission. I know I usually see you in person before I go, but this was urgent. I should be back in 2 weeks. Stay with your cousin Drake's family until then. Moto, keep those other little boys away from my daughter."

Sheu sighs, holding the note tightly.

Sheu: "He always going on missions... but I understand."

As they turn to leave, they bump into Drake outside.

Drake: "Where have you been, Sheu?"

Drake's tone is harsh, but his concern is evident. He glances suspiciously at Moto and Najo.

Drake: "I don't trust these guys, so I'm coming with you."+ Moto: "Fine by me."

They group sneak over to Najo's house, To Najo's surprise, the door is open. Moto quickly realizes something is wrong. They walk in to fins the house trashed, broken chairs and clashed walls.

Najo: "My mother... she's gone."+ His voice trembles with a mix of rage and desperation.

Moto notices the lighting marks on the wall and appears to be saying a message. It's a location location.

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Najo rages and rushes to the place he was called to meet. Moto and Sheu tail him, but get left behind.

Najo reaches the location, it's bare land, Nawick's henchmen holding Naomi hostage as he sits waiting.

Najo: "Release my mother, now!"

Nawick: "Now now, is that how you talk to your father?" he says as he stands up.

Najo: "Release my mother, now!"

Nawick stands up, a smug smile on his face.

Nawick: "Now now, is that how you talk to your father?"

Naomi, bound and held by Nawick's henchmen, glares at him.

Naomi: "You're no father. Let us go, Nawick. This has gone far enough."

Nawick chuckles.

Nawick: "Oh, Naomi. Always so dramatic. If you had just bore me a loser we wouldn't be in this mess. But no you wanted to prove yourself."

Najo clenches his fists, sparks of electricity crackling around them.

Najo: "This isn't a game. Let her go, or I'll make you."

Nawick: "Bossing around, aren't you, Najo? You're just like your grandfather. But here's the thing—you're in no position to make demands."

Naomi: "Don't listen to him, Najo. He only knows how to manipulate and destroy."

Nawick: "Come now, Naomi, you're making me sound like a villain. I'm just a man with a vision."

Najo: "A vision that involves killing your own family?"

Nawick's smile fades, his eyes growing cold.

Nawick: "It's not personal, Najo. It's just business. You have two choices. Give up your life willingly, or watch your beloved mother die alongside you."

Naomi struggles against her captors, her voice filled with anger and fear.

Naomi: "You monster. You'd kill your son just to satisfy your twisted ambitions?"

Nawick: "You have no idea how much wealth that man holds, I've waited too long for me to grow a heart now suddenly. Najo, what's it going to be?"

Najo's eyes blaze with fury as he steps, and the henchmen clutch their lightning rods at Naomi.+

Najo freezes, one move and they'll do the unthinkable.

Nawick laughs, a chilling sound that echoes through the barren land as he coated his hand in lightning to attack.