For the first time, Ember and Frost moved not as rivals—but as partners.

The final tile lit up.

And the dance began.

Leo groaned. That was the seventh time today. The game wasn’t just about coordination. It was about division. You had to think with two halves of a brain that refused to talk to each other.

Leo placed his fingers on the A and L keys. One for Ember. One for Frost.

And then, something impossible happened.

He was about to give up when a shadow fell over the screen.