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 arms, and replied evenly:

“I told you it wouldn’t work like this. You know what you need to do first.”

Zoe, standing nearby, cut in with a hint of sarcasm:

“Yeah, Mr. Boss Man, Celina’s changed. She’s made up her mind. Honestly, I thought she’d cave tonight, but she surprised me. You’d better fix your mess before it’s too late.”

Thor ran a hand through his hair with a weary sigh.

“Your friend is way too complicated, Zoe.”

“Not complicated—decisive. She finally stopped erasing herself,” Zoe shot