Lucian froze when he looked into the hidden room, and saw the Morgan he was used to. Except… unconscious. How did she even get here? Last he knew she had stayed behind on the islands. Magic was definitely a strange thing.

Then there was Merlin’s words? Return it? How? He had just learned about magic today… How did she even give it in the first place?

Lucian hesitated, gripping his Keyblade tightly for a moment before nodding. He took a deep breath and stepped closer to Morgan. The sight of her lying there was unsettling, like something was missing, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility. Whatever she had given him, it was clear now that she needed it back.

He knelt beside her, closing his eyes. [color=gold]“Alright, Morgan… I don’t really understand how any of this works, but I’ll do whatever it takes to help you.”[/color]

Following his instincts, Lucian placed his hand over his chest, where he felt the faint warmth of the light she had entrusted to him. Slowly, he extended his hand toward Morgan, concentrating on the connection between them. A soft golden glow began to radiate from his palm, growing brighter as it traveled through the air and hovered above her heart.

The light pulsed gently before sinking into Morgan’s chest, disappearing as if it had always been there. For a moment, nothing happened. Lucian opened his eyes, his heart racing. [color=gold]“Did it…work?”[/color]