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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥─◌✰್ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒❝

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥
─◌✰್ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒
❝... 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝘁.❞









"Oh my gosh!"

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"Oh my gosh!"

You stared down at your hands trying to understand what was happening to you. You turned around in a panic, looking to see if anyone else behind you was experiencing the same thing.

As you were about to give a huge speech about fighting against Yeonjun, light, blindingly white just like what summoned the light spirits, began glowing out of your palms. It lit up the dungeon with its strength, so much you had to squint to see anything else.

"What the hell?" Robin held her palms in front of her too, glancing back and forth between you, and the light before her, confusion all over her face.

"Look, mine too!" Alaska had let go of Felix's hands, as she stared down at her own, eyes full of wonder. "What's happening to us??"

All three light spirits shared huge, beaming smiles. Then, Jacheongbi spoke.

"You have let go of your hate," she said, gesturing at the light emanating from all of your palms. "You have forgiven those that placed darkness in your heart. And because of that, the darkness has turned to light."

"So we're light spirits, too??" Jeongin, whose hands were also glowing, asked excitedly. He glanced at Mya, a tender expression on his face. Clearly, he had forgiven her for their argument earlier.

Jacheongbi smiled, but shook her head. "While you are not light spirits yourselves, you all have lightness in you, when you forgive those who are worthy. With your light, you are able to fight the dark."

Slowly, everyone else's hands began glowing, too. Finally understanding the meaning of what was happening, you began to smile. You turned to Minho, whose hands were the last light up. And maybe you were seeing things, but they were one of the brightest. You reached through the bars, the beams of light coming from both of your hands meeting.

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