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As the discussion of the strategy deepened and the preparation work continued to advance, the team that had originally come together for a common goal began to show subtle cracks. Despite everyone's efforts towards the same purpose, the long-term tension and pressure began to show its side effects, especially between Caspar and Loren.
Avira gently lifted the heavy velvet blanket and carefully slid down from the wooden bed. She put on a pair of soft leather boots, making sure that each step made no sound, so as not to wake her companions. The moment of silence contrasted sharply with the turmoil in her heart. She walked through the dim corridor, lightly touching the wall, feeling the touch of the cold stones, as if it could make her thoughts a little clearer.
Leaving the shelter, Avira was greeted by the cold night wind, which gently brushed her cheeks and carried away a hint of restlessness. Her gaze pierced through the darkness, landing on the ruins illuminated by the moonlight. The castle's remnants appeared even more serene and mysterious in the night, as if every stone had a story to tell and every broken door concealed a secret.
She walked with light steps, wandering through this once prosperous land. Avira was filled with curiosity and doubts about this world, pondering her role in this adventure and how she could use her wit to influence the outcome of this Dark Fairytale.
"Is this my destiny?" she asked herself, her voice echoing in the empty night, as if seeking an answer. "Trapped in a world full of mysteries and dangers, struggling alongside fairy tale characters who have transformed into boys." Avira chuckled mockingly, a self-deprecating tone in her laughter. Perhaps only in such moments could she reflect on her situation.
She stopped in her tracks, gazing up at the full moon in the sky, bright and lonely. "At least I'm not powerless here." Avira murmured softly, her eyes shining with determination. This moment of silence gave her an unprecedented clarity, as if she could see through the world's falsehoods and touch its true heartbeat.
At that moment, she heard the low voices of Caspar and Loren not far away. They seemed unaware of Avira's approach, continuing their tense and somewhat sharp conversation.
Caspar's voice carried obvious dissatisfaction and jealousy: "Why does Avira always listen to Iliad's advice? Haven't you noticed her attitude towards him is clearly different?"
Loren responded with his characteristic nonchalant tone, but his words vaguely revealed anxiety: "Everyone has their own strengths, Caspar. Perhaps Avira is just trying to maximize everyone's advantages."
Caspar snorted, clearly dissatisfied with this explanation: "Advantages? I don't need her special attention to anyone, and I don't want to see anyone's personal favoritism affecting her decisions."
Avira listened quietly in the dark, her eyes filled with contemplation. The accumulation of this emotion could have a destructive impact on the team. Before Caspar and Loren could continue their argument, she stepped out calmly and firmly.
"In this team, everyone is indispensable," Avira's voice interrupted the two, diffusing the tense atmosphere with her composure. " Caspar, your strength is our solid support. Loren, your insight helps us avoid many pitfalls. Iliad's magic is equally important to us. We are a team because we complement each other, not because we are flawless."
Her words contained no blame, only sincere affirmation and reminders. "Avira continued, 'When facing Severin, what we need is unity, not internal suspicion and conflict. Please remember our common goal and the reasons we are together.'"
Caspar and Loren fell silent, evidently moved by Avira's words. In the moonlight, their faces appeared gentle in the night, as if at this moment, all their dissatisfaction and doubts were resolved by Avira's words.
That night, the ruins of the castle witnessed an internal conflict within the team being resolved, and also witnessed the wisdom and charm of Avira as a leader.
After Avira spoke, the silent atmosphere was gradually replaced by a relaxed one. Caspar and Loren exchanged a glance, and the tense emotions between them seemed to ease. Although not explicitly stated, their eyes revealed admiration for Avira.
Avira smiled and spoke with a humorous tone, "Look, if our team were a book, we're at the part where the readers can't predict what will happen next. We just need to make sure that the ending of this book is a chapter of victory, not tragedy." Her voice was cheerful, breaking the previous tense atmosphere.
Caspar, though still a bit reluctant, was also amused by Avira's words. He adjusted his posture and revealed his charming smile, "Well, our story is definitely going to be epic. As long as we have the three of us, along with Iliad and Aidan, there's nothing we can't do."
Loren appeared relatively calm as he leaned against a rock, lazily saying, "I just hope that every page of this book isn't too boring, especially those long strategy meeting parts. I almost have to exert all my strength each time to avoid falling into the curse of sleep."
Avira shook her head lightly but couldn't help laughing. She knew Loren's words were self-deprecating, but it was this relaxed atmosphere that temporarily relieved the pressure within the team. "Well, since we all agree to write the story with a victorious ending, we need more cooperation and less arguing. Severin won't wait for us to resolve internal conflicts, we must remain vigilant at all times."
Caspar nodded in agreement, then suddenly a sly smile appeared on his face: "Since we are talking about teamwork, Avira, can you tell me if you are taking a solitary walk at night to find inspiration? Or are you avoiding us troublesome boys?"
Avira was taken aback by the question, but quickly regained her usual wit: "To be honest, I just need some fresh air. However, if I did find a way to escape, I might consider avoiding those never-ending strategy discussions first."
Three people looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.
Avira smiled gently and invited the other two to sit on the nearby ruins' stone steps to continue their late-night chat.
Avira broke the silence first: "If our story were made into a movie, the audience would definitely buy into Caspar's performance." She turned her head to look at Caspar, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Caspar awkwardly touched his nose, but quickly responded, "Oh, of course. I would be the most dazzling leading man, winning over all the audience with my charm and talent. As for Loren, she'd probably just be my sidekick."
Loren pretended to angrily pat Caspar's shoulder and retorted, "Don't be too confident. In my dreams, I am the superstar who has countless fans. And don't forget, even the green leaves have their spring."
In the late night moonlight, the three of them sat in a quiet courtyard, surrounded by spreading vines and ancient sculptures, adding a touch of mystery and elegance to this informal gathering. Avira, Caspar, and Loren each had their own concerns, but on this night, they chose to set aside their worries and enjoy each other's company.
Avira began to tell the interesting stories of her original world in a relaxed and humorous manner. Her voice was gentle and infectious, irresistibly drawing people into her tales. "Do you know, in my world, people are willing to wait in line for half an hour just to buy a drink called 'latte'," she mocked, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Listening to Avira, Caspar couldn't help but show a charming smile. His smile carried a hint of innocence, but at the same time revealed a deep fascination with Avira. "Under the sea, we can enjoy the freshest ocean delicacies without having to wait in line," he said, with a hint of pride, as if seeking comparison in Avira's story.
Loren leaned back in his chair with a lazy posture, his golden hair shimmering in the moonlight. His relaxed demeanor seemed to suggest that he was unaffected by any worries. "Hmm, it sounds like your worlds are all very interesting. In my world, the greatest pleasure might be trying out different sleeping positions every day," he said with humor and self-deprecation in his voice, yet still exuding a sense of ease and optimism.
In this lighthearted conversation, the laughter of the three people drifted in the night breeze, and the atmosphere seemed to become warm and tranquil. Avira couldn't help but feel moved as she looked at their smiles: these companions from different worlds each had their own unique charm and value. Caspar's innocence, Loren's tranquility, and her own determination - it was this diversity that filled their team with endless possibilities.
Later, Avira changed the subject and tried to explore Caspar and Loren's views on the world. "Have you ever thought about what would happen if we really could defeat Severin?" she asked.
Caspar pondered for a moment and then said, "I think it would be a whole new beginning. For me, I just hope to protect the oceans. If possible, I also want to explore the wider world with you."
Loren waved his hand with an indifferent attitude, "Well, as long as I can get a good night's sleep without being bothered by that damn curse, I'll be satisfied. As for the rest, let it be."
Avira listened to their responses, her eyes shimmering with thoughtful light. Everyone has their own wishes, and as a member of this team, perhaps she can help them achieve those wishes.
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