The night had wrapped São Paulo in a dark, icy shroud. The venue still pulsed with energy, but for Thor, everything felt distant. He walked back to where Arthur was waiting, his face weighed down with thoughts. The air felt heavy, and the weight of the evening pressed on his chest like a stone. As he approached, he found Arthur leaning casually against a pillar, arms crossed, eyes sharp.

“I’m leaving, Arthur,” Thor said, his voice firm but strained with frustration.

Arthur sighed, uncrossed his