Noah woke up, yawning as the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the blinds. The soft glow bathed the room in a pale gold, casting long shadows across the floor. He blinked a few times, his vision adjusting to the light, and rubbed one of his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The air in the room felt cool against his skin, a crisp reminder that morning had arrived.

Glancing over at the clock on his bedside table, he saw it was 6:45. The numbers glowed faintly in the early morning light. With a sigh, he sat up, the familiar stiffness in his muscles making him grimace slightly. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his feet met the cold wood floor, sending a brief shiver up his spine. He stretched his arms over his head, feeling a satisfying crack in his joints, and took a deep breath, savoring the stillness of the morning.

Opening the bedroom door, the soft sound of snoring drifted toward him, faint but steady. He smiled, recognizing the sound coming from the guest room where Nova was staying. Her sleep was peaceful, untouched by the weight of the night before. He decided not to disturb her just yet. The cool air of the hallway greeted him as he made his way toward the kitchen, the faint scent of morning dew hanging in the air from the slightly cracked window by the stairs.

Reaching the kitchen, Noah opened the fridge and grabbed a packet of bacon and a carton of eggs. The cold air from the fridge washed over him as he stood there for a moment, lost in thought. His mind drifted back to the events of the previous night—the unmarked van, the chase, the magic. He couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was brewing, something far beyond his control. But for now, he had to focus on the day ahead. Today, it was just fixing cars and keeping things normal.

He placed a pan on the stove, turning the heat up high, and spooned a bit of butter into it. The butter melted almost instantly, its rich smell filling the air as it bubbled and sizzled. As the pan heated, Noah moved to the counter, filling the kettle with water for coffee. The soft hiss of the kettle heating up joined the sizzling butter, creating a symphony of comforting kitchen sounds.

He tore open the packet of bacon, laying several strips onto the hot pan. A satisfying sizzle erupted, and the smoky scent of the bacon filled the room, quickly overpowering the lingering butter smell. Noah stood there for a moment, watching the edges of the bacon curl as the fat rendered down, filling the air with its rich aroma. Grabbing another pan, he set it on the stove, adjusting the heat to medium. With a practiced motion, he cracked two eggs into the pan for himself and another two for Nova, watching the whites pool and the yolks settle.

As he was about to flip the bacon, the soft sound of a door creaking open caught his attention. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Nova shuffling toward the bathroom, her hair a tousled mess from sleep. She rubbed her eyes and disappeared behind the door, the soft click of it closing behind her. Noah smiled to himself, turning back to the stove as he flipped the bacon over, the strips now a perfect golden brown.

He set out two slices of bread, placing them next to the plates he had laid out earlier. As the eggs began to firm up, their edges crisping slightly in the heat, he poured hot water over the coffee grounds. The rich, earthy scent of the brewing coffee mixed with the bacon and eggs, filling the kitchen with warmth. It was a comforting scent, a simple pleasure that seemed to momentarily push aside the growing unease in his chest.

For a brief moment, he allowed himself to relax. The familiar routine of breakfast-making, the rhythmic sounds of sizzling bacon and bubbling coffee, soothed his nerves. But as he stood there, watching the eggs cook, his mind wandered back to the van. To the men who had followed him. To the fragments.

The kettle clicked off, and Noah reached for the steaming coffee pot, pouring two mugs. He was about to grab one when Nova emerged from the bathroom, looking a little more awake but still groggy.

“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” Noah replied, offering her a warm smile as he handed her a cup of coffee. “I made eggs and bacon.”

Nova took the mug gratefully, blowing gently on the hot liquid before taking a sip. “Smells amazing,” she said, her eyes flicking to the stove. “You’re really spoiling me.”

“Just a little breakfast,” he chuckled, trying to keep his tone light. But Nova's sharp gaze caught the tension in his voice, and she frowned slightly.

“You okay?” she asked, sitting down at the kitchen table and taking another sip of her coffee.

Noah hesitated for a moment, drinking his hot coffee instead of answering right away. He sat down across from her, staring at the streamy top of the cup in his hand. “Yeah,” he said after a long pause. “Just... a lot on my mind.”

Nova didn’t press further, but she nodded knowingly. As they ate in relative silence, the quiet clinks of forks against plates and the steady hum of the morning filled the space between them. As the last of the food disappeared, Noah leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. He stared out the window for a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "We should check out more sites where the meteor crash happened," he said, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of determination.

Nova, having finished her coffee, placed the mug down gently. “Agreed,” she said. “But we should be prepared for anything. First, let’s charge up the compass. While it's charging, you can check on the plants you've been cultivating. We’ll need all the resources we can get."

Noah nodded, already clearing the table. He stacked their plates and carried them over to the sink, washing them quickly before placing them on the drying rack. As he turned back to face Nova, a soft green glow caught his attention from the corner of his eye. She was already holding the compass, the crystal core at its centre slowly filling with light as it absorbed the mana she was channelling into it.

“Remind me to teach you some mana control when we get back,” Nova said with a smirk, her eyes glinting with playful challenge.

Noah chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll hold you to that,” he replied, drying his hands on a towel before they both headed toward the door. The early morning air greeted them with a crisp, cool breeze as they stepped outside.

They paused for a moment, their gazes drawn to the World Tree in the distance. It had grown noticeably larger, its branches stretching higher than the day before. Its leaves shimmered with a faint, ethereal glow, catching the light in a way that made them seem almost alive. Noah's heart swelled with pride and awe, but also a sense of responsibility. This tree, this silent sentinel, was more than just a plant—it was a living force, connected to everything that was happening around them.

He turned to Nova, who was watching the tree with a mix of fascination and concern. “It’s growing faster than I thought,” Noah said quietly.

Nova nodded, her expression serious. She gripped the compass tighter. “But we have to be careful. This town—this whole area—is changing. The magic in the air... it’s getting stronger, and soon, people are going to notice that chance."

As they walked toward the field, Noah could feel the earth beneath his feet pulsing with energy, the subtle hum of magic permeating everything around them. The plants he’d tended to seem healthier, more vibrant, almost as if they were feeding off the mana in the soil. He knew it wasn’t just his imagination.

"Let’s get to work," Noah said, glancing at Nova with determination. "We've got a lot to do."

And with that, they moved forward, ready to face whatever the day would bring.

They approached the small patch of land Noah had been cultivating for a few days. The soil was dark and rich, though a bit dry under the morning sun, and little green shoots were just beginning to push their way through the earth. The area was small but neatly organized, with careful rows lined up like a tiny battalion of sprouts, each one brimming with potential.

"What did you plant here, by the way?" Nova asked, kneeling to examine the seedlings more closely, her fingers lightly brushing the surface of the soil. There was an earthy, fresh smell rising from the ground, the promise of growth hanging in the air.

"I planted a few Celestial Aegis Blossom, some Aquatic Earth grass, Earth Bloom, and lastly, a Sunfire Flower," Noah replied. As he looked over the patch, he noticed the soil was a bit drier than it should be. Grabbing his old, dented watering can from beside the rain barrel, he filled it with fresh water and gently sprinkled it over the delicate seedlings, watching as the earth greedily drank it in.

Nova’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of the Celestial Aegis Blossom. "Did you just say Celestial Aegis Blossom?" she asked, her tone suddenly sharper, a mix of surprise and caution.

Noah paused his watering, nodding to himself. "Yeah, I did why that?”.

Nova stood up slowly, her expression shifting from curiosity to something more serious, her eyes narrowing. "Celestial Aegis Blossoms are extremely rare, Noah. They’re known for their potent protective properties, especially against dark magic. They’re not the kind of plant you just find in the wild or buy from a market. I didn’t realize you had one of those seeds."

Noah frowned, glancing down at the small green shoot poking through the soil. Its tiny leaves were a bright, almost iridescent green, with a faint shimmer as they caught the sunlight. “I somehow grew them during a dungeon trial,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the weight of what she was saying settle over him. “Didn’t know it was that special at the time.”

Nova crouched back down, her fingers moving toward the tiny plant with a reverence usually reserved for sacred objects. She didn’t touch it, but her hand hovered over it, as if afraid her touch might damage it. "Special is an understatement," she murmured. "These blossoms are ancient. Their power goes back centuries. They’re used in rituals to ward off powerful curses or even protect entire cities from dark forces. But they’re fragile—one wrong move, and they wither. They need the right care, and most importantly, the right person to tend to them."

Noah raised an eyebrow, his attention fully captured. "The right person?"

Nova glanced up at him, her gaze intense. "These plants don't just grow for anyone. They respond to their caretaker's magic, their intentions. If you’re not careful, if you don’t handle it properly, it could die—or worse, its power could turn on you." She paused, her voice softening slightly. "But if you do it right, Noah, this plant could protect everything you care about."

Nova stood again, folding her arms as she met his gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Celestial Aegis Blossoms respond to mana—specifically to mana that's untainted. That means you're either extremely lucky, or there's more to your magic than you're letting on."

Noah chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You know me, Nova. I’m no great mage. I’ve only got enough magic to keep the compass charged and help plants grow faster. Nothing special."

Nova’s warm laugh followed, her smile growing as she brushed the dirt off her hands. "Yes, that’s true," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with humour. "So, what’s your plan for the day?"

Noah’s demeanour softened, his thoughts drifting for a moment. "I was thinking of visiting my mum," he said, his voice tinged with a quiet melancholy. "I haven’t seen her in a while." There was a wistfulness in his expression, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as if he were recalling memories from a time that felt both close and far away.

Nova’s sharp gaze softened in response, her posture relaxing as she leaned against the nearby fence. "That sounds nice," she replied gently, watching him carefully. "You’ve been meaning to visit her for a while now, haven’t you?"

Noah nodded, his eyes lowering to the small plants at his feet. His fingers traced the edges of a Sunfire Flower shoot, almost absentmindedly, as if grounding himself. "Yeah... I've just been caught up with everything else," he admitted, the weight of unspoken responsibilities clinging to his words. "It’ll be good to see her again."

For a moment, the two stood in silence, the kind that wasn’t awkward but full of shared understanding. The breeze rustled through the leaves of the World Tree in the distance, its hum almost soothing. Nova tilted her head, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. "Do you want some company?" she offered lightly, though her sincerity was clear. "I could use a break from all this world-saving business for a bit."

Noah’s lips quirked into a slightly broader smile, but he shook his head. "Thanks, Nova, but I think I need to do this alone. It’s been a while, and I... well, I just need some time with her." He glanced back up, offering her a grateful nod. "Besides, I’m sure you’ve got your hands full here."

Nova raised an eyebrow, her playful side making a quick reappearance. "Full of what? Keeping you out of trouble? I think I can manage that," she teased with a wink. But her humour quickly gave way to understanding, her smile softening. "I get it, though. Go see her. I’ll hold down the fort here."

Her words held a promise of support, unspoken but felt, and Noah felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. "Thanks, Nova. I won’t be long."

"Take your time," she replied, her voice steady and reassuring. "I’ll be here when you get back. Just don’t come crying to me when the World Tree grows another ten feet without your supervision."

They shared a small laugh before Noah turned towards the house to get ready. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more weighing on his mind. He always seemed different when he mentioned his mum—like there was a part of his life he kept carefully guarded.

"Give her my best," Nova called after him, her voice light but carrying a hint of concern. Noah raised a hand in response, not turning back as he disappeared inside.

As Nova stood there, the breeze gently rustling the plants around her, she glanced at the Celestial Aegis Blossom again. The day ahead seemed to linger in the air, but for now, she decided to let Noah have his time alone.

Noah grabbed his car keys and stuck his head back outside the house, glancing at Nova. “I’ll be gone for most of the day, so I’ll see you later,” he said with a small wave. The sliding door clicked shut behind him as he stepped out into the warm morning air. He walked across the yard, the gravel crunching under his boots, before sliding into the driver's seat of his old four-wheel drive.

The engine roared to life, sputtering slightly before settling into a steady hum. Noah leaned back for a moment, letting the sound fill the quiet space around him. Alice Springs was roughly two hours away, a long drive through the rugged Outback. Still, he didn’t mind. The open road was familiar—almost comforting.

As he pulled onto the dirt road leading out of Coolabah Springs, the landscape stretched out before him, endless red earth blending into the horizon, dotted with hardy shrubs and the occasional kangaroo bounding in the distance. Noah rolled down the window, letting the dry wind whip through the car, carrying with it the scent of dust and wildflowers.

The drive, though long, gave him time to think. The rhythmic thrum of the tyres against the road seemed to mirror his swirling thoughts. His mind wandered to his mother, and a soft smile crept onto his face. He hadn’t seen her in months—not since the crash and everything that had followed. Life had a way of pulling him away from the people that mattered most, but today, he would fix that.

As the dusty road blurred beneath him, Noah couldn't help but think about Nova’s words that morning. The Celestial Aegis Blossom, the strange dreams—everything seemed connected, like pieces of a puzzle he couldn’t quite grasp. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside. Today, it was just him, the open road, and the long-awaited visit to Alice Springs.

The sun rose higher in the sky, casting long shadows over the red earth as the familiar landmarks began to pass by. Noah tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over him. For all the chaos and mystery swirling around them, there was something grounding about this simple drive—this moment of solitude.

He shifted gears, the engine responding with a low growl as the highway stretched on before him. Alice Springs wasn’t far now.

As the hours slipped by and the barren landscape gradually gave way to scattered signs of life, Noah found himself nearing Alice Springs. The rugged outback began to shift into something more familiar—houses appearing in the distance, and the road became busier, dotted with cars and the occasional caravan. Noah’s shoulders relaxed slightly. It had been a while since he’d been here, but Alice Springs always had a way of making him feel grounded, despite everything going on.

He pulled into town, the sun now high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the buildings. His car rumbled down the main street, past the small shops and cafés that lined the road. Familiar places he hadn’t seen in months. The hospital wasn’t far now.

Noah drove a little slower as he approached the hospital, his mind wandering again. His mum had been asking him to visit more frequently, but he’d always found excuses. The crash, the strange plants, the mystery surrounding the Celestial Aegis Blossom—it all seemed to demand his attention. But now, as he neared the hospital, he felt a pang of guilt. He should’ve come sooner.

Pulling into the parking lot, Noah killed the engine and sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the car fading into the background. The hospital loomed in front of him, an unassuming building but a lifeline for the outback. He took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before stepping out of the car.

The dry heat hit him as soon as he opened the door. He made his way inside, the cool blast of air conditioning immediately washing over him as he stepped through the automatic doors. The sterile smell of antiseptic and clean floors reminded him of the last time he was here and a knot formed in his stomach.

At the front desk, a nurse looked up her warm smile a small beacon in the clinical setting. "Visiting someone?" she asked, her voice friendly and reassuring.

"Yeah, I’m here to see my mum," Noah replied, his voice steady, though a nervous flutter began to churn in his chest.

“Can I get your mum’s name?” she asked, checking her chart while glancing up at him for a moment, her eyes kind.

“Miss Stirling,” he said, feeling a slight tightening in his throat as he spoke her name.

"Ah, yes," the nurse said, her expression shifting to one of recognition. "She’s in room 204." With a practised ease, she gestured toward the hallway, her hand guiding him. "You know the way?"

Noah nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, I do. Thank you." As he turned to head down the corridor, he heard the nurse’s voice call after him. “Take your time in there. She’ll be happy to see you.”

Noah managed a small smile over his shoulder. “I will. Thanks again.” The comfort of her words lingered in his mind as he walked, giving him a sense of resolve as he approached the door.

As he walked down the corridor, he couldn’t help but notice the faint hum of machines, each beep and whir a reminder of the lives being cared for. The occasional murmur of voices floated from the rooms, a blend of comfort and urgency. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the softer, floral notes of air fresheners that attempted to mask the clinical atmosphere. Everything felt surreal—like stepping into another world where time moved differently, governed by the rhythms of life and care.

He finally reached the door to room 204, taking a deep breath to steady himself before opening it. The steady beep of a heart rate monitor filled the air, a rhythmic reminder of life amidst the stark surroundings. The walls were painted a muted pastel, and the overhead lights cast a soft glow, creating a space that felt both intimate and isolating.

“Hello, Mum,” he said, forcing a smile as he closed the door behind him, the click echoing in the silence. As he walked over to the white-sheeted bed, his heart sank slightly; the previous flowers were gone, leaving behind only a barren vase. He pulled out the new blooms he had brought—a cheerful mix of wattle and other vibrant flowers she loved, their bright colours standing in stark contrast to the starkness of the room.

Carefully, he arranged them in the small vase on the bedside table, trying to make them look as inviting as possible. Their sweet fragrance filled the air, a whisper of nature in the sterile environment. Then he turned his attention back to the woman connected to the heart rate monitor.

“It’s good to see you, Mum,” he said softly, sitting down in the chair beside her and gently holding her hand. Her skin felt slightly cold, a wave of concern washing over him. He instinctively pulled the bed sheets up, tucking them in around her, as if hoping to envelop her in warmth and comfort.

His mother had long, dark brown hair that had once flowed like a cascade, but now it lay limp, dulled by time and illness. Though she was a little thinner than he remembered, he loved her just the same; that would never change. “I went to Dad’s grave again,” he said, a small smile breaking through his anxiety as if recalling a cherished memory. “I miss him, and I miss you. Work’s been okay,” he added, a hint of laughter in his voice, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

The room felt laden with unspoken words, yet at that moment, all he wanted was to bridge the gap between their worlds, even if just for a little while. He yearned for a connection, a shared moment that could transcend the reality of their situation, reminding them both.

“Well, to be fair, Karan’s been bothering me again of late—same thing as usual, something wrong with her car,” he laughed, the sound a bit hollow in the sterile room.

He paused, looking down at his mother's chest, watching the slight rise and fall of her breathing. Each gentle inhale and exhale felt like a fragile thread connecting them. Sometimes, he wondered if she was dreaming, trapped in a world of her own while in this deep slumber.

Noah glanced out of the hospital room window, his gaze drifting across the sprawling view of Alice Springs. The town lay nestled in the red heart of the desert, framed by the rugged MacDonnell Ranges that rose like ancient sentinels against the brilliant blue sky. From this vantage point, he could see the land stretching out endlessly beyond the town—a sea of ochre earth dotted with scrubby bushes and the occasional lone tree, their branches swaying in the warm afternoon breeze.

Closer to the hospital, the streets of Alice Springs unfolded in quiet stillness. Modest buildings with sun-bleached roofs stood side by side, their white and pale yellow façades softened by the bright sunlight. A few cars moved lazily along the main road, the hum of engines faint against the vast silence of the Outback. Beyond the town centre, clusters of gum trees and low vegetation painted the landscape with splashes of green, contrasting sharply with the endless red sand that defined the region.

Further in the distance, the setting sun cast long shadows over the hills, their rugged contours tinged with deep orange and violet hues. It was a place that felt timeless—wild, untouched, and yet filled with life in the way the desert always was. The endless stretch of sky, uninterrupted by towering buildings, gave the horizon a sense of openness that felt both freeing and isolating.

From up here, the town seemed small, almost fragile against the overwhelming expanse of the desert. But there was a quiet resilience to it—a sense that, despite the harshness of the land, Alice Springs thrived. It was a place that had endured for centuries, carved out by the hands of time, and its people, much like the land itself, were shaped by that same enduring spirit. In that moment, Noah felt both a deep connection to his roots and a yearning for the warmth of the familiar, hoping that his mother could sense his presence, too.

“there something I should tell you” he paused looking outside the window, Noah glanced out of the hospital room window, his gaze drifting across the sprawling view of Alice Springs. The town lay nestled in the red heart of the desert, framed by the rugged MacDonnell Ranges that rose like ancient sentinels against the brilliant blue sky. From this vantage point, he could see the way the land stretched out endlessly beyond the town, a sea of ochre earth dotted with scrubby bushes and the occasional lone tree, their branches swaying in the warm afternoon breeze.

“I think I died a few weeks ago,” Noah said quietly, still staring out the window. “I have this memory of being crushed by a meteor that hit my house.”

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. “Remember that meteor shower I told you about the last time I visited?”

His voice trembled slightly as he recalled the scene. “I remember the sky—hues of red, green, pink, purple, white, and orange. It was beautiful… but terrifying. I woke up just before it happened, feeling the ground rumble beneath me. When I went outside, I saw meteors crashing into the earth, like stars falling from the sky.”

He stopped again, his mind replaying the memory with painful clarity. “Then my house started to shake, and I saw it—a meteor, hurtling directly toward me. I had no time to react. The next thing I knew, I was inside my home… half the roof was gone, my legs… they were gone.”

He swallowed hard, fighting back the fear that surged with the memory of his death. “I remember accepting it, knowing I wouldn’t see my sister again. Or you. Or my friends.”

Tears began to well up in his eyes, sliding down his cheeks as he struggled with the vivid recollection of pain and helplessness. “But then… something happened. Something saved me. And the next thing I knew, I was waking up in my bedroom, like nothing had happened.”

Just then, the sound of the door opening echoed through the room. Noah quickly wiped his eyes, trying to compose himself as the door creaked open. The soft voice of his sister drifted into the room, catching him off guard.

“Thank you, have a good day, nurse,” she said, her tone polite but distant. The door opened wider, and there she was—standing in the doorway, her presence both familiar and foreign. It had been five long years since he’d seen her, five years filled with silence and uncertainty.

His heart clenched at the sight of her. "Claire," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked at him with a mix of surprise and something deeper, her eyes betraying emotions she hadn’t quite masked. “Noah,” she said, her voice steady but laced with hesitation, not moving from the doorway. There was a long pause as her gaze shifted past him, landing on their mother—lying motionless in the hospital bed, the steady beeping of the heart monitor punctuating the otherwise quiet room.

The air felt thick with unspoken words, memories flooding back, and the weight of the past pressing heavily between them. Noah's heart raced, torn between joy and a profound sense of loss. The reunion he had longed for felt overshadowed by the gravity of their situation, and all he could think was how different everything was now.

The weight of the last five years hung between them, unspoken but heavy. Claire’s face was guarded as she finally stepped closer, standing beside their mother’s bed. She didn’t look at Noah again, not yet. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the frail figure in the bed. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Yeah, well… I didn’t expect to see you either,” Noah replied, his voice a little colder than he intended. The memories of her absence—the unanswered calls, the silence—rushed back. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to hide his frustration.

Claire let out a small sigh, her eyes never leaving their mother. “It’s been a long time,” she said softly, though the words felt almost like an understatement.

Noah couldn’t help the bitterness that crept into his voice. “Yeah, five years.”

The tension in the room thickened, like an invisible wall between them. Claire flinched slightly at his words, but she kept her composure. “I had my reasons, Noah.”

He scoffed, turning away from her and looking out the window, the desert view suddenly feeling too vast, too empty. “You had your reasons, huh? And I’m just supposed to be okay with that?”

Silence filled the room again, only interrupted by the rhythmic hum of the machines keeping their mother stable.

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Claire exhaled, her shoulders tense. “It wasn’t that simple,” she said quietly, finally turning to look at him. Her voice was calm, but there was an edge of exhaustion underneath. “You don’t know everything that happened, Noah.”

Noah clenched his fists, trying to keep his voice steady. “Because you never told me anything,” he shot back, eyes still on the window, his reflection showing the frustration he couldn’t mask. “You just disappeared. No calls. No messages. Nothing.” His voice dropped, carrying the weight of the years he spent wondering. “I thought you were dead.”

Claire closed her eyes for a brief moment, letting the words sink in. She walked over to the other side of the bed, opposite Noah, and gently rested a hand on their mother’s arm. Her touch was soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the fragile peace of the room.

Claire flinched at the accusation in Noah’s voice, her expression faltering. She looked down at their mother, avoiding his gaze. “I didn’t have a choice. You think I wanted to just vanish?”

Noah shook his head, his voice rising in frustration. “You didn’t say anything, Claire. You didn’t even give me a chance to understand. You just… disappeared.” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “How long are you staying in town for?”

There was a pause. Claire shifted uncomfortably, still not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “A few days, maybe longer. Depends on… things.”

Noah frowned. “What things?”

“Work things, Noah. I’m here about those meteors that crashed near Coolabah Springs,” Claire said, causing him to pause. He recalled the group examining the crystal fragments.

Noah’s frown deepened as her words hung in the air. “Work things? What does that have to do with Coolabah Springs?” His voice was laced with suspicion, but there was something in her tone that made him listen.

“They may contain scarce elements,” she explained, her expression serious. “So I’ll be in town for a few months, depending on how things go. But that’s all I can say—this is a government thing.”

Noah raised an eyebrow, scepticism flooding his thoughts. “A government thing?” he decided to leave it at that.

After a long, heavy silence, Claire suddenly asked, “How have you been?”

“Yeah, I’ve been okay. Working mostly—that’s about all,” he replied, the words feeling flat. It was strange to be talking about mundane things when the world around them felt so unstable.

Claire nodded, her gaze drifting toward their mother. “I wish I could have been there for you,” she said, her voice tinged with regret. “You didn’t deserve to go through everything alone.”

Noah shrugged, attempting to brush off the weight of her words. “It’s fine. I managed. Just got used to it, I guess.” The urge to delve deeper into the pain of their past flickered at the back of his mind, but he held back, wanting to ease into the conversation.

Just as Claire opened her mouth to respond, her phone began to ring, breaking the moment. “Go take it; it’s alright,” Noah said, trying to keep the mood light. She nodded, stepping out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

After a few moments, Claire entered, her expression tight and frustrated. Noah glanced up at her, concern knitting his brow. “Everything alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, someone stole some samples from one of the sites,” she said, her tone sharp, the frustration palpable. “We’ve been tracking those fragments, and now… now they’re gone.”

Noah's brow furrowed at the implication. “Stolen? By who?”

Claire shook her head, pacing the small space like a caged animal. “We don’t know yet, but it’s not just some random theft. Whoever took them knew exactly what they were looking for. This complicates everything.”

“Sorry to hear that—” But before he could continue, his own phone began to ring, cutting him off. “Sorry, give me a minute,” he said, closing the door behind him as he accepted the call.

“Is this thing working?” Nova’s voice crackled through the line, the connection a little spotty.

“Hey, Nova. Is everything okay?” Noah asked, glancing back toward the door to ensure Claire wasn’t eavesdropping.

“I’m not sure. The World Tree is acting a little odd,” she replied, her voice tense.

“What do you mean?” he asked, a jolt of shock coursing through him.

“It’s glowing green and shaking a little,” she said, urgency creeping into her tone.

Noah's heart raced as he processed Nova's words, a sense of foreboding settling over him. The tree's unusual behaviour could mean trouble, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that their fragile situation would get even more complicated. “Let me see if I can pull up the interface from here. If not, then I’ll head back,” he said, his voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface.

He paused, focusing intently as he tried to access the world-seeding interface. The screen flickered in and out, like a half-formed image battling a poor connection. After a moment, he managed to stabilise the display just enough to see it clearly. “Okay, I managed to open the screen, and—oh?”

He stopped mid-sentence, staring at the data streaming across the interface. “It’s going through a growth surge, and there’s a countdown timer indicating how long it has before it makes a choice on its own,” Noah said, his heart racing with the implications. “This isn’t just some minor fluctuation; it’s like the tree is trying to evolve or change in a significant way.”

“What does that mean?” Nova asked, concern creeping into her voice, mirroring the unease knotting in his stomach.

“I’m not sure,” Noah replied, frowning as he scanned the data. The interface was glitchy, but he could make out fragments of information that hinted at the tree’s growing power. “It looks like it’s preparing for something. If it reaches zero without intervention, it might make a choice on its own.”

“Can you choose an option?” she pressed, urgency threading through her words.

“Yes, but like I said, the interface is glitchy, which could be because I'm a distance away from it, I see it I'm able to pick something.” Noah's fingers hovered over the screen, anxiety prickling at the back of his mind as he read over his options for the world seed.

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-{Root Growth}-

Description: The World Tree's roots expand deep into the ground, establishing a stronger connection with the earth and tapping into ancient magical ley lines.

Effects:

Nourishment: Increases the tree's ability to draw nutrients and mana from the soil, enhancing its overall magical potency.

Sensing Danger: The roots can detect vibrations and changes in the environment, alerting Noah to potential threats before they arrive.

Ecosystem Support: Strengthens the surrounding flora, leading to healthier plants and increased biodiversity in the area.

-{Tree Growth}-

Description: The tree grows taller and more expansive, its trunk thickening and its branches stretching wide to create a majestic presence.

Intimidation: The towering height of the tree serves as a deterrent to potential threats, instilling awe and respect in those who approach.

Effects:

Enhanced Mana Storage: A larger trunk can store more mana, allowing Noah to draw on greater reserves during magical tasks or battles.

Habitat Creation: The expanded canopy provides shelter for various creatures, fostering a rich ecosystem around the tree.

-{Branching Network}-

Description: The tree extends its branches to connect with other nearby plants, creating a network that shares resources and energy.

Effects:

Mutual Support: Surrounding plants receive enhanced nourishment and magical energy, promoting their growth and health.

Communication: The network allows for the sharing of information among plants, alerting Noah to dangers or changes in the environment.

Amplified Abilities: Allies within the network gain a temporary boost in their magical abilities when they are near the tree or connected plants.

-{Whispering Leaves}-

Description: The leaves of the World Tree develop the ability to communicate with Noah, rustling softly to convey warnings or advice.

Effects:

Guidance: Noah receives subtle hints or warnings about upcoming dangers, helping him make informed decisions.

Intuitive Feedback: The tree can respond to Noah's emotions or intentions, providing insights during moments of uncertainty or conflict.

Ritual Assistance: During magical rituals or ceremonies, the leaves may enhance the effectiveness of their spells by resonating with their intent.

-{Roots of Stability}-

Description: The roots anchor the tree firmly in the ground, providing stability while also nourishing the surrounding soil.

Effects:

Enhanced Stability: The tree becomes more resilient to environmental changes and external threats, ensuring its survival.

Soil Fertility: The roots release nutrients into the soil, revitalising the land and promoting healthy growth for other plants in the area.

Foundation for Allies: Allies who rest near the tree receive a sense of calm and stability, boosting their morale and recovery during times of need.

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Noah looked at the flickering screen, his eyes narrowing as he selected Roots of Stability. The moment he confirmed it, he thought the screen would vanish, but instead, a small white text appeared: “1 of 2.”

He paused, looking at the remaining options. After a moment of consideration, he selected Root Growth. As soon as he made the second choice, the screen disappeared, and Nova’s voice came through the phone again.

“It’s not glowing anymore,” she said, a note of relief in her voice, “but I can hear something underground. What did you choose?”

Noah leaned against the wall, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to pick two options. I went with Roots of Stability and Root Growth. Figured a strong foundation would help support the World Tree, especially early on.”

Nova let out a low whistle. “That explains the noise. The tree’s roots must be expanding, stabilizing the area around it. Smart move. Any other effects you noticed?”

Noah shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it. “Not yet. But I think we’ll see the results soon.”

As the call ended, Noah couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation As Noah leaned against the wall, his thoughts churned over the sudden surge in the World Tree’s growth. He’d seen it glow and pulse before, but nothing quite like this. The way the roots had shifted beneath the earth, expanding, stabilizing… it wasn’t normal—not for a tree, even a magical one.

His mind drifted back to the meteor fragments he and the group had examined near Coolabah Springs. The strange energy they gave off wasn’t just any natural occurrence; it was something far more potent, more dangerous. The fragments had a kind of raw, uncontained power, something that had been dormant until they began interacting with the land around them.

Could that energy have seeped into the World Tree’s roots? The thought hit him hard. If the fragments had come into contact with the soil, maybe through groundwater or another hidden connection, it would explain the sudden surge.

And then there were the plants he’d been growing—Celestial Aegis Blossoms, Aquatic Earthgrass, Sunfire Flowers. All of them carried unique magical properties, feeding off the environment around them. Noah had planted them with the idea that their energies would enrich the land, but he hadn’t expected them to become catalysts for something like this.

Maybe… maybe it wasn’t just one thing. Noah realized. The fragments, the plants—everything I’ve done here—could’ve triggered this growth.

The World Tree was ancient, its magic older than he could grasp, but that also meant it was sensitive, capable of responding to the smallest shifts in energy. Noah couldn’t shake the feeling that by planting those rare species, and by being near the fragments, he had unknowingly set off a chain reaction.

But as much as he wanted to be proud of the progress, something nagged at him. This wasn’t just a normal growth spurt—it was evolution, the tree adapting to a new, unpredictable force. That meant things could go very right… or very wrong.

Noah froze, his heart pounding as he caught the words "category level 10" and "world-ending event" slip from his sister’s mouth. He knew better than to underestimate Claire—she wouldn’t be talking about something like that unless it was real. His mind raced, connecting dots between the World Tree’s sudden surge, the stolen meteor fragments, and now, whatever she was wrapped up in.

He quickly pocketed his phone, pretending to have just finished his own call, and turned toward the door. Acting casually, he pulled it open as if he hadn’t overheard a thing.

Claire was pacing down the hallway, her voice still sharp as she spoke into the phone. “No, it’s not just the fragments. We need to monitor all the sites—anything connected to those meteors is a potential trigger. I don’t care how long it takes, just make sure no one else gets their hands on them.”

Noah clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm as he stepped out of the hospital room. He closed the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the stillness of the corridor. With each step, his mind raced, but he kept his expression neutral, masking the turmoil brewing within.

A category level 10—world-ending event? What was Claire involved in, and how did it connect to Coolabah Springs? The meteors? The World Tree? Each question spiralled in his thoughts like a storm, leaving him disoriented.

He pushed through the door to his mother’s hospital room, the cool, sterile air hitting him like a wall after the tense conversation outside. The quiet beeping of machines felt almost deafening, a stark reminder of his mother’s fragility. If Claire knew about those fragments and what they could do, this situation was far more dangerous than he had initially realized.

Noah glanced back at the closed door, his mind already calculating his next steps. His mother lay still in her bed, unaware of the storm brewing just beyond the walls. Whatever was happening, he couldn’t afford to ignore it. He needed answers—fast. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him; he had to protect the World Tree.

When Claire hugged him tightly, he felt the weight of unspoken words hanging between them, the gravity of their shared history thick in the air. “You too, Claire. Be careful out there,” he replied, forcing a smile despite the gnawing anxiety twisting in his gut.

As she stepped back, he caught a fleeting look in her eyes—concern mingled with something deeper, almost secretive. “I’ll keep you updated on what I find out,” she promised, glancing toward their mother once more. “Just… keep an eye on the World Tree.”

“Yeah, I will,” Noah said, his heart racing. “And you be careful with whatever it is you’re dealing with.” The intensity of the moment settled heavily between them, each feeling the weight of their respective burdens.

With one last lingering look at their mother, Claire turned and exited the room, leaving Noah with a swirl of conflicting emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, feeling the urgency pulse through him like a heartbeat.

“I’ll figure this out, Mom,” he whispered, determination surging within him. “I promise.”

Stepping into the hallway, the fluorescent lights flickered slightly, casting an eerie glow as he made his way toward the exit. The tension in the hospital felt thicker now as if the walls were closing in on him, suffocating his thoughts.

Once outside, the harsh sunlight hit him like a slap, a stark contrast to the cool, sterile atmosphere of the hospital. He squinted against the brightness, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and steady his racing heart.

The drive back to Coolabah Springs would take about two hours, and he knew he needed to return before night fell. But the sense of urgency gnawed at him; something was brewing, and he felt like he was running out of time. The world felt unsteady, and Noah was determined to find a way to bring it back into balance.

As he climbed into his car and started the engine, the familiar roar filled him with a sense of comfort, but the unease lingered. He glanced at his phone, contemplating whether to call Nova or just focus on the road.

“Let’s go,” he muttered to himself, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the highway, determination fuelling his drive.

As Noah navigated the familiar route, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. His instincts kicked in when he noticed an unmarked van turn off behind him, maintaining a distance but undeniably following. An unsettling chill crawled up his spine, and he felt the weight of the van’s presence, like a shadow lurking just out of sight.

He tried to shake off the paranoia, convincing himself it was merely a coincidence. But when he glanced in the rearview mirror, his stomach dropped—the van was still there, its headlights flickering ominously against the fading light.

“Just stay calm,” he whispered, attempting to rationalize the situation. It could be nothing. Yet the way the van mirrored his every turn felt too deliberate, too calculated to be random.

Deciding to test the waters, he took a sharp turn onto a narrower dirt road that wound through the trees. If they were truly following him, he wanted to see how far they’d go.

The van’s headlights flickered momentarily, then followed suit, narrowing the distance between them. Noah’s heart raced as adrenaline surged through him. He needed a plan to shake them off.

He accelerated, tyres crunching against the gravel as he navigated the winding path. Trees blurred past him, their shadows stretching like fingers into the encroaching twilight. The sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in dramatic hues of orange and purple, a beautiful backdrop to his rising anxiety.

Suddenly, he spotted a small clearing ahead, an unassuming patch of earth that looked like a potential hiding spot. Making a split-second decision, he veered off the road, cutting through the brush and parking behind a cluster of thick bushes.

Silencing the engine, he held his breath, straining to listen as the van’s engine approached. The vehicle slowed as it neared the turn but didn’t seem to stop. Noah felt a surge of hope—maybe he’d lost them.

Peeking through the foliage, he watched as the van passed by, its headlights slicing through the trees before disappearing down the road. He waited a moment longer, his pulse pounding in his ears, then exhaled a shaky breath, relief flooding through him.

But as the tension began to ease, a new thought struck him. Who were they? And why were they following him? He knew he couldn’t let his guard down just yet; the shadows of the unknown still loomed large.

“Okay, that was too close,” he said to himself, feeling adrenaline still coursing through him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was happening was connected to Claire and the fragments.

Noah took a moment to gather his thoughts, contemplating whether to head back home or investigate further. The last thing he wanted was to put himself—or the World Tree—at risk, but curiosity gnawed at him.

After a brief pause, he made his decision. He would check the road ahead and see if he could spot the van or any other signs of trouble. If they were after him, he needed to know why.

Noah took a deep breath, steeling himself as he slowly eased back onto the dirt road. He drove cautiously, scanning the surroundings for any sign of the unmarked van. The sun was setting fast, casting long shadows that made the woods feel both beautiful and eerie.

As he continued down the road, he thought about what Claire had said earlier. The government was involved, and whatever they were looking for seemed tied to the meteor fragments and the World Tree. It made sense that they’d want to monitor him, especially if they suspected he was connected to the Tree’s unusual activity.

Suddenly, he spotted something in the distance—a flicker of headlights cutting through the trees. Noah's heart raced. The van was back.

He quickly pulled off the road into another small clearing, hoping to keep hidden. He turned off the engine and ducked down in his seat, peering through the windshield. The van came into view, moving slowly as if searching for him. It finally stopped a few yards away, its headlights illuminating the surrounding trees.

Noah's pulse quickened as he watched two figures emerge from the van. They were dressed in dark clothing, their movements deliberate and cautious. They began scanning the area, looking for signs of life.

“Noah, think,” he whispered to himself. He needed to assess the situation. Were they looking for him, or were they after something else entirely?

He remembered the fragments and the potential danger they posed. If the government was involved, they might be after something related to the World Tree and its newfound power.

Suddenly, one of the figures pointed in his direction. “Over there!” he shouted, and both figures began to move toward the clearing. Panic surged through Noah as he realized they had spotted his car.

“Crap!” He quickly looked around for an escape route. His only option was to head deeper into the woods, where he could potentially lose them among the trees.

Without thinking twice, Noah threw open the car door and bolted into the underbrush, moving silently but quickly. He could hear the crunching of leaves and twigs behind him as the figures gave chase, their footsteps growing closer.

He navigated through the dense trees, adrenaline pushing him forward. The fading light made it harder to see, but he used the sounds of the pursuers to guide his movements, ducking behind a large trunk to catch his breath.

“Why are they after me?” he thought, frustration mixing with fear. “What do they want?”

As he crouched there, Noah's mind raced. He could either confront them directly or try to find a way to outsmart them. Either way, he knew he had to protect the World Tree and uncover the truth.

Noah held the teleportation sigil stone tightly in his hand, ready to activate it if the situation escalated. He could hear the footsteps growing closer, the voices behind him growing clearer.

“Why are you guys after me?” he called out, trying to keep his tone steady as he maneuvered through the thick underbrush.

“We just want to talk! Our boss has some questions for you,” one of the voices shouted back. It was a gruff, authoritative tone, but Noah could sense an underlying urgency.

“Talk? About what?” Noah responded, glancing over his shoulder to gauge how far behind they were. The shadows of the trees loomed, making it difficult to see clearly, but he could make out two figures moving swiftly through the foliage.

“About the meteors, the fragments—what you saw,” the voice replied, almost pleading. “You have information that could be valuable.”

Noah’s heart raced. He was caught between the need to protect himself and the knowledge he held about the fragments and the World Tree. “I don’t know anything you need!” he shouted back, trying to buy himself time.

Just then, he felt the ground beneath him tremble slightly, a ripple of energy pulsing through the earth. It was the World Tree responding to his heightened emotions, but Noah couldn’t afford to focus on that now.

“Listen, we don’t want to hurt you,” the other voice chimed in. “We just need to know what you found. The fragments are more powerful than you think.”

Noah paused, weighing his options. He could try to negotiate, buy himself time until he figured out what to do next, or he could risk activating the sigil and teleporting somewhere safe. But where would that be? He didn’t want to end up in an even worse situation.

“I’m not going to talk to you,” he finally said, backing away slowly. “I don’t know anything, and I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling.”

The footsteps quickened, and he felt a surge of adrenaline. “Last chance!” the first voice called out. “If you don’t cooperate, things could get messy!”

Noah's grip on the sigil stone tightened, ready to activate it if necessary. He glanced around, searching for a way out, a place to disappear. But deep down, he knew he couldn’t run forever.

As the tension in the air thickened, he made his choice. “You want to talk? Fine! Let’s talk!” he shouted, turning to face them, hoping to buy himself a moment while he considered his next move.

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POV Jack

Jake crouched low behind a thicket, scanning the area for any sign of Noah. The chase had dragged on for hours, each moment stretching into an eternity. The weight of the government's mandate pressed down on him—failure was not an option.

“Did you see where he went?” Jake called to his partner, Mark, who was peering through the brush.

“Not yet,” Mark replied, frustration creeping into his voice. “He was just here. We can’t let him get away. He knows something about the fragments—something we need.”

Urgency coursed through Jake. The reports about the meteors and their potential haunted him. If they could get to Noah, they might uncover crucial truths about the powerful elements hidden within those fragments. But first, they needed to find him.

“He’s clever,” Jake said, recalling how Noah had maneuvered through the terrain. “He won’t just run into the open. We need to flush him out.”

Mark glanced around, eyes narrowing. “What if we split up? I can circle around and—”

“No!” Jake interrupted, shaking his head. “That’s too risky. We need to stick together. If he gets away, we won’t have another chance.”

Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly beneath their feet, a warning that sent a chill down Jake’s spine. “Did you feel that?”

“Yeah, what was that?” Mark replied, unease creeping into his voice. “It felt... strange.”

Jake shrugged it off, determination rising. “Forget it. We’ll catch him. He can’t be too far.”

But deep down, a creeping dread gnawed at him. There was something more at play here, something beyond their understanding. As they pressed on, the feeling of being watched intensified.

“Let’s move,” Jake urged, determination anchoring his voice. They pushed forward, unaware of the true power lying beneath the surface, ready to reveal itself.

“Behind you!” Mark’s shout sliced through the tension. They turned to see Noah standing partially in the dark, a glimmer in his eyes. The air thickened as Noah stepped closer, shadows deepening around him.

“I’m giving you one chance,” Noah said, his tone cold. “Why are you after me, and what do you want?”

Caught off guard, Jake found his voice faltering. “Noah, we just want to talk. Our boss has questions about the meteor fragments. We believe you know something important.”

“Noah’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening. “Talk? Is that what you call it? You’re following me like I’m some kind of prey. If you want to talk, then say it.”

Mark shifted uneasily, glancing at Jake. “Look, we don’t mean any harm. But those fragments are tied to something bigger—something dangerous. We need to understand what’s happening.”

As the wind gusted through the trees, Noah narrowed his eyes. “What you need is to back off. I don’t trust you, and whatever you’re involved in, you’re playing with fire.”

Jake felt his heart race. “We’re not your enemies, Noah. We’re trying to protect you. You have no idea how serious this is.”

Noah’s gaze flickered momentarily to the shadows behind them as if sensing something lurking beyond the trees. “Protect me? Or is it the fragments you want? You’re not the only ones interested in them.”

The ground trembled again, stronger this time. A low rumble echoed through the air, and Jake and Mark exchanged worried glances.

“Noah, we—”

But before Jake could finish, Noah lifted his hand, silencing the air. “You need to leave. Now.”

As he spoke, tree roots rapidly grew from the ground, reaching out toward them. Jake's heart raced. With a surge of fire magic, he ignited the roots, flames licking up the tendrils until they burned to a crisp.

Mark reacted quickly, summoning wind magic to slice through the remaining roots, scattering them into darkness. “This isn’t how it has to go, Noah!” he shouted, urgency lacing his voice. “We can help you!”

“Noah!” Jake echoed, desperate now. “You don’t understand what’s coming. You need to trust us!”

Noah’s eyes narrowed, the glow of dying light reflecting his resolve. “Trust you? After what you’ve done? Do you think you can just barge in and demand answers? You’re not in control here.”

The atmosphere shifted, shadows deepening around them. Noah steadied himself, channelling his magic, ready for whatever came next.

“Whatever you’re involved in,” Noah said, his voice low and steady, “you’re only making it worse. Get out of my way before you regret it.”

Mark hesitated, exchanging a glance with Jake. “We’re not your enemies, Noah. We just want to protect you and figure out what those fragments can do. If we work together—”

“No,” Noah cut him off, firm. “I don’t want anything to do with you or your plans. I’m protecting what’s mine.”

With a final wave of his hand, Noah conjured a barrier of flame around himself, a warning that made Jake and Mark step back. “You have one chance to walk away.”

As they retreated, Jake shouted over the crackling fire, “We’ll find another way, Noah! But we’re not done here!”

Jake and Mark reached their unmarked van, the tension still thick in the air. Mark jumped into the driver's seat, fumbling with his phone as he dialled their boss's number.

“Come on, pick up,” Mark muttered, his fingers tapping anxiously against the steering wheel.

Jake leaned against the side of the van, his breath steadying as adrenaline began to fade. “What are you going to tell him?” he asked, casting a wary glance back into the shadows where Noah had vanished.

Mark’s expression darkened. “The truth. We need to report everything—what we saw, what Noah can do. He’s more dangerous than we thought.”

“Dangerous? Or scared?” Jake countered, his mind racing. “He’s just trying to protect something—maybe even himself. We need to approach this differently.”

Mark shot him an incredulous look. “You think we should just let him be? If he knows something about those fragments, we can’t just walk away. We’re under orders, Jake.”

Before Jake could respond, the call connected, and their boss’s voice crackled through the speaker. “What’s going on? You’ve got five minutes.”

“Boss, we found Noah,” Mark started, his voice tense. “But he—he’s not willing to cooperate. He’s hiding something, and he’s got powers we didn’t expect.”

“Powers? What do you mean?” The tone shifted, curiosity piqued.

“It’s like he can manipulate the environment around him. Roots sprang up from the ground, He’s not just some regular guy—we’re dealing with something much bigger here.” Jake interjected, stepping closer to the phone.

There was a pause on the other end. “Interesting. This complicates things. If he’s tied to the fragments, we need to secure him before he becomes a liability. Do you have any idea what he knows?”

Mark glanced at Jake, who shook his head. “Not yet, but we can’t approach him directly. He’s on edge, and we might lose our chance.”

“Then we need to change our strategy,” the boss replied, his voice low and calculating. “Surveillance. Track him. I want to know where he goes and who he talks to. If he’s connected to those fragments, we’ll find a way to leverage that.”

Mark nodded, determination replacing his earlier frustration. “We’ll keep an eye on him, but we need to be careful. If he feels threatened, he could act out.”

“Agreed. Don’t let emotions cloud your judgment. You’re in the field—stay focused. Report back if you learn anything else.”

As the call ended, Jake turned to Mark, concern etched on his face. “You really think surveillance is the best option? What if he ends up getting hurt or worse?”

“We have a job to do,” Mark replied, his voice steady. “But I’ll keep an eye on him. We just have to hope he doesn’t get pulled into something he can’t handle.”

Jake nodded slowly, still feeling the weight of the encounter. “Let’s head back and regroup. We need to figure out our next move.”

Mark started the van, the engine rumbling to life. “Yeah, and we need to find out what those fragments really mean for us—before it’s too late.”

As they drove away from the shadows of the forest, both men felt the tension lingering in the air, knowing that this was just the beginning of a much larger game at play.

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Pov Noah

Later that evening, Noah finally reached home, turning off his car and slumping against the wheel, feeling exhausted and drained of mana.

The car door opened, and Nova climbed in, concern etched on her face. “Are you alright, Noah?” she asked, worry creeping into her voice.

“Just a lot tonight. Let’s head inside, and I’ll explain,” he replied, locking the car as they walked up to the house. Once inside, he headed straight for the fridge, grabbing two beers and handing one to Nova.

“I definitely need this. Want to try one?” he asked, cracking open the cold drink.

Nova nodded, accepting the beer as she settled onto the couch beside him. Noah took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before diving into the story.

He began recounting the events of the night, from the moment he noticed the unmarked van following him to the tense encounter in the dark. As he sipped his drink, he described how he had to use his powers, recalling the moment the roots surged up to defend him, only to be met with magic from Jake and Mark.

“They were relentless,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with adrenaline. “They thought they could intimidate me. But I wasn’t about to let them get the upper hand.”

Nova listened intently, her eyes wide as he spoke, processing the weight of what he was sharing. “What do you think they want?” she asked, her brow furrowed.

Noah sighed, leaning back against the couch. “They’re after the fragments from the meteors. I think they believe I know something important about them” The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Noah could feel the tension in Nova’s posture, and he reached out to squeeze her hand. “I’ll figure this out, I promise. But right now, I just need to unwind.”

As they settled into the quiet of the evening, Noah couldn’t shake the feeling that the confrontation was just the beginning and that whatever was coming next would require all his strength and cunning to face.

They talked for a little while longer, sharing stories and laughter to lighten the mood, but Noah could feel the weight of the day still pressing on him. Eventually, as the night deepened, he yawned and stretched, glancing at the clock.

“I should get to bed,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve got to be up early for work tomorrow. Fixing cars isn’t going to be any easier if I’m running on empty.”

Nova nodded, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. “Yeah, you should rest. Tomorrow will come quickly.”

They exchanged goodnights, and Noah trudged to his room, the events of the day swirling in his mind. After a quick shower, he climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. As he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath, hoping that sleep would bring him the clarity he needed.

But as soon as he drifted off, the shadows of the day’s events crept back in

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Later that night when the clock stoke twelve, while the townspeople slept, the magic in the air reached a critical point for Coolabah Springs. Slowly, the magic began to spread beyond the town’s borders, seeping into the surrounding landscape. As it grew, it infused the rocks, plants, and soil, revitalizing the trees, which stood a little taller and grew thicker, their roots gripping the earth with newfound strength.

The rich, red soil was subtly enhanced, while hidden veins of iron, coal, and rare ores began to shimmer with magical energy. Coal became more resilient, while iron ore acquired an enchanting quality, resonating with the arcane.

But what wasn’t foreseen was how this magic would begin to seep into the people. One such individual, Karan, stirred awake, sensing that something was amiss. She contemplated waking her husband to take her to the doctor, but before she could act, a screen materialized before her eyes.

“Welcome, Karan Patel, to the System Interface.”