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the lost energy
Author: Jaysin
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Marco stood beside Lexi, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“We bought ourselves some time,” he said quietly, his voice rough with fatigue. “But not enough. Ruby will come looking for us—with her new set of minions.”

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping under invisible weight. “What are we going to do, Lexi? I’m powerless... useless. I can’t even be part of the fight.”

Lexi placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her voice calm but firm. “Feeling useless won’t help, Marco. We’ll find a way to get your power back. I promise.”

Then, a soft smile curved her lips. “Actually... I know something that might make you feel better.”

Before Marco could reply, Lexi snapped her fingers. In an instant, the world around them dissolved into light—and reformed on a quiet mountain peak. Standing there, waiting, were the Ancient One and Aria, their faces filled with concern.

“Marco!” Aria cried, running toward him. “Where have you been? We’ve been so worried!”

Marco managed a faint smile. “It’s... a long
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