After red Legion arc end sage live with sam family and his work was to train ruhi and work for meera and protecte house for some day because sage was very close to sam. Day passes one day sam plan a family trip and they will go on a beach for some days but they don't know what happened in the beach
The trip was supposed to be quiet
That alone should have warned Sam something was wrong.
Moonlight spilled across the beach like silver dust, waves breathing softly against the shore. Lanterns hung from curved wooden poles, their glow warm and steady. For once, the world felt… ordinary.
Sam stood near the balcony railing, glass of wine resting in his hand, gaze fixed on the horizon. Beside him, Meera leaned comfortably against his arm, the sea breeze playing with her hair.
"Hard to believe you agreed to this," she said lightly. "A vacation. No wars. No crises. No portals opening in the sky."
Sam took a slow sip. "Silence is a strategic advantage."
Meera snorted. "You really can turn anything into a battlefield analogy."
Before he could reply, a familiar presence slipped between them.
"Papa! Mama!"
Ruhi grinned up at them, proudly prying their hands apart and wedging herself in the middle. She clasped both their hands with dramatic seriousness.
"Relax," she declared. "I won't let you two drift apart."
Meera laughed despite herself. Sam raised an eyebrow.
From a few steps away, Sage observed the scene with his usual unreadable calm.
"Master," he said flatly, "public affection reassures partners. Lady Meera may experience insecurity otherwise."
Meera froze, face heating instantly. "I am not—!"
Sam sighed. "At this rate, all of you are going to turn me into a relationship counselor."
Ruhi giggled. "See? Even Papa agrees."
For a moment, it was just laughter and waves and the faint crackle of lantern flames.
Then the air shifted.
Sam felt it before the world reacted—the subtle bending of space, like pressure gathering beneath still water. His grip tightened around the glass.
Meera noticed instantly. "Sam?"
"Stay behind me," he said quietly.
The night split open.
A rift tore through the sky without thunder or spectacle, unfolding with deliberate inevitability. Divine pressure flooded the shoreline, heavy enough to make the lanterns flicker and the waves pull back unnaturally.
They arrived one by one.
Fire scorched the sand as Furnoss stepped through first, flames coiling around his body like living chains. Glass formed beneath his boots where sand had been.
A heavy thud followed. Beast King landed with brute certainty, muscles shifting beneath fur and armor, eyes sharp as a predator sizing up territory.
Mist rolled in next. Hydron emerged silently, the ocean itself responding to his presence, waves curling closer as if listening.
Gravity seemed optional when Outer Sky descended, feet never touching the ground, expression distant and philosophical.
A flicker of warped light announced Season Seperant, his single eye already bending perception, space folding subtly around him.
Yaksh appeared with disciplined restraint, immediately kneeling, fist to chest.
The air trembled as Dragon King arrived in a controlled descent, wings folding with imperial pride, scales gleaming beneath moonlight.
A cheerful hum followed. Zingari stepped through last, instrument slung casually across her back, eyes bright with curiosity.
And then—
Sage.
Unlike the others, he did not radiate excess power. He simply stepped out of the rift and came to stand beside Sam, posture straight, presence quiet, absolute.
That single detail fractured something invisible.
Furnoss's flames flared higher. "Why," he demanded sharply, eyes locked on Sage, "are you always standing there?"
Beast King scoffed, crossing his arms. "Don't flatter yourself. Master values strength. That makes me closest."
Hydron's voice was low, measured, dangerous. "Closeness is measured by trust, not noise."
Horny Valkyrie stepped forward with a lazy smile, hips swaying just enough to provoke. "You're all wrong. Connection is emotional. I sense Master before he speaks."
The pressure spiked.
Auras clashed unintentionally, heat and cold colliding, wind shifting erratically. Waves crashed harder against the shore.
Meera instinctively stepped back, pulling Ruhi close. Ruhi peeked around her, eyes wide—not with fear, but fascination.
Sam didn't move.
He watched the brewing chaos in silence, then calmly lifted his glass and took a slow sip of wine.
"When you start ruining my mood," he said evenly, "your loyalty stops meaning anything."
The effect was immediate.
Flames died mid-curl.
Wings folded.
Illusions collapsed.
Every general dropped to one knee simultaneously.
Not from fear.
From certainty.
Behind Sam, Meera exhaled under her breath. "Your anger," she muttered, "is… oddly romantic."
Sam ignored that.
The rift closed. The pressure vanished. The night resumed its rhythm as if nothing had happened.
But peace, as always, was temporary.
Later, beneath a sky scattered with stars, Sam and Meera sat quietly on the balcony, Ruhi already asleep inside.
"I thought," Sam said softly, "that I'd never smile again."
Meera reached for his hand, fingers intertwining with his. "And?"
"You made me human."
She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder.
From the shadows near the edge of the grounds, lenses glinted.
"Look at him," Beast King whispered.
"We just need Sage distracted next time," Dragon King muttered.
Sam didn't turn around.
He didn't need to.
"Next trip," he said coldly, voice carrying effortlessly across the night, "whoever follows gets thrown into the ocean."
The shadows scattered instantly.
Meera burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Sam shook his head, but his lips curved upward despite himself.
For now, beneath starlight and laughter and the quiet certainty of family—
That was enough.
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