The sky had grown quieter after the group's first victory.
But the silence wasn't comforting—it was heavy, like something ancient was watching.
That night, the group set up camp by a river of glowing mist. Hana tended the fire while Shion studied the map etched into the back of the Blue Peach's seed. Nai and Rel argued over dinner rations.
Neen sat alone, holding the folded paper key.
Its glow had faded—but a question kept gnawing at him.
"Why me? Why was I able to unlock the way to this island?"
Suddenly, he remembered something from childhood—
his father, a renowned explorer, had once spoken of a place hidden above the clouds.
A land no one could reach… unless they found the "Chosen Feather."
A Clue in the Night
Later, while everyone slept, Neen rummaged through his bag and pulled out a tattered journal—his father's.
He flipped through pages filled with strange sketches of floating islands, ancient gates, and a single feather drawn over and over again.
"This place… he'd been here before," Neen whispered.
A page fell loose from the book. On it, a map—faint and torn, but showing the exact path to an ancient shrine on the island.
"Shrine of Memories."
Without waking the others, Neen stepped into the night.
Drawn by something deeper than curiosity—a sense of destiny.
Shrine of Memories
Nestled within a quiet cliffside was a crumbling shrine. Inside, walls were covered in inscriptions older than the Mika tribe.
Neen touched one of the walls, and it lit up—revealing a mural.
It showed a man holding a paper key and a feather, standing before a massive door of light.
In the next image, the same man was surrounded by four glowing objects: the sacred items.
But the final panel was cracked.
Neen reached out—and the wall shifted. A hidden compartment opened, revealing an old silver pendant.
The same one his father used to wear.
Tears welled in his eyes.
"He was here… He tried to complete the trials."
Back at Camp
When Neen returned, his friends were waiting—concerned.
He told them everything.
The journal. The shrine. His father.
There was a pause. Then Hana stepped forward.
"That means we're not just here to win a game. This is your legacy."
Shion nodded.
"Then we help you finish what he couldn't."
Nai grinned.
"But you better not ditch us again."
They all laughed. The tension melted, if only for a moment.
In the distance, the winds shifted—carrying the soft echo of a divine voice, unheard by most.
But Neen heard it clearly.
"The next path opens when the truth is known."