The sky over Narnia didn’t hold its usual crystalline blue; instead, it was choked with a bruised purple haze that smelled of ozone and ancient malice. High King Peter Pevensie stood atop a jagged ridge, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of Rhindon. Beside him, Yusuke Urameshi leaned back against a rock, his spirit energy flickering like a dying neon sign. "We’re out of time, Peter," Yusuke muttered, spitting a bit of blood to the side. "The portal is closing. If we don't move now, we're stuck in this storybook nightmare for good." Musica stepped forward, the Silver Ray humming in his hand as it shifted forms, responding to his rising resolve. He looked at the two leaders, his expression grim. "I promised Haru I would keep you guys safe,