Before they were Houses (Episode 6)

COLD OPEN - BEFORE THEY WERE HOUSES

Black.

Wind across open country.

A NARRATOR, the same calm voice from the Harmony documentary, begins.

NARRATOR: “Before Harmony. Before the Great Houses. There were clans.

”

Painted reconstructions, textured and ancient: small communities scattered across wild land.

Firelight. Voran moving at the edges of camps. Children running beside creatures twice their

size.

NARRATOR: “Ten of them. Each carried its own ways. Its own disciplines. Its own relationship

with Lumen, and with the Voran that lived beside them.

”

Ten symbols appear one by one, carved into stone:

LUX. SOLACE. THORNE. DUSK. EMBER. ORN. REYNN. MERIDIAN. ZEFRON. KAIROS.

NARRATOR: “Over generations, borders shifted. Families joined. Clans that had fought beside

one another began to share names, lands and futures.

”

The symbols drift together in pairs.

Lux and Solace. Thorne and Dusk. Ember and Orn. Reynn and Meridian. Zefron and Kairos.

Each pair merges into a single crest.

NARRATOR: “Ten became five.

”

AURELIS. A white-and-gold enclave rising above the land. Lumen Stags standing in its

courtyards.

NARRATOR: “Aurelis. The Luminoris Enclave. In Lumen, We Elevate.

”

VERIDIAN. Green light through dark forest. Owls watching from the branches.

NARRATOR: “Veridian. Keepers of awareness, position and timing.

”

BRANNOCH. Forges. Copper roofs. Basalt boars hauling stone.

NARRATOR: “Brannoch. Brassroot Ward. What We Build Must Hold.

”

NAMARIS. Blackwater deltas. Stilt towns. Crownfin salamanders gliding under brass bridges.

NARRATOR: “Namaris. The Lattice Quays. No One Crosses Alone.

”

RUUN. Snow-gray highlands. Storm skies. Pards leaping across ridgelines beside their riders.

NARRATOR: “Ruun. The Highland Ridges. Where teacher and student are bound almost as

closely as human and Voran.

”

The five crests rise above a single arena.NARRATOR: “And every five years, the five meet in Harmony City to answer one question.

”

Old footage: tournament after tournament. Crowds. Champions raising their arms.

NARRATOR: “Who carries the future?”

A graphic fills the screen.

FIVE-HOUSE TOURNAMENT CHAMPIONSHIPS

AURELIS - 5

BRANNOCH - 4

RUUN - 4

NAMARIS - 3

VERIDIAN - 3

NARRATOR: “Aurelis has claimed two of the last three.

”

A beat.

NARRATOR: “Nineteen tournaments. Nineteen champions. Every one of them from a House.

”

Older footage flickers past: a younger Archie, bloodied, holding a single trophy from the citizen

era before the modern tournament began.

NARRATOR: “Before them, one champion belonged to no House at all.

”

The graphic dissolves into the present-day arena, packed and roaring.

NARRATOR: “This is the twentieth.

”

TITLE CARD.

INT. HARMONY CIVIC ARENA - DAY

The noise is enormous.

ANNOUNCER: “PRELIMINARY MATCH ONE!”

MICA DEY walks out with SLATEBACK, a boar built like quarried stone. Steady applause.

Brannoch fans stamp in rhythm.

ANNOUNCER: “And representing House Ruun-

”

The crowd is already reacting.

ANNOUNCER: “

-KEST RUUN AND FROSTMANE!”

A six-year-old walks onto the floor beside a white pard. Frostmane's ears are forward. Kest is

waving at people.

In the Ruun section, IRIA grips the railing. EDRIN sits beside her, relaxed. NALIN is eating

something.

In the stands, a man leans toward his friend.

SPECTATOR: “They're really letting a six-year-old-

”FRIEND: “The House Head signed off. So yeah.

”

On the floor, Mica looks down at Kest. Kest looks up at him.

KEST: “Hi.

”

Mica, despite himself:

MICA: “

...Hi.

”

The official lifts his arm.

KEST (to Frostmane): “Ready?”

Frostmane lowers.

“BEGIN!”

Mica doesn't move.

Not out of fear. He's looking at a little kid, and every instinct he has says go easy.

He exhales.

MICA: “Alright.

”

He walks forward. Just walks.

Frostmane is gone.

A white blur circles wide and low, then rakes across Mica's forearm guard. Mica turns and

swings a plain, heavy backhand.

It hits a wall.

A flat pane of pale-blue Lumen that wasn't there a second ago. Frostmane is already behind it.

CRACK.

The wall holds for half a second, then shatters.

COMMENTATOR 1: “Did that punch look heavier to you?”

COMMENTATOR 2: “It sounded heavier.

”

Frostmane hits Mica's flank again. Claws across his back. Mica turns. Another wall. He breaks

it.

The next one he breaks harder.

Mica stops, looks at his hands, then at Kest.

Kest is at the edge of the floor, drawing shapes in the air with both hands.

MICA: “Okay.

”

He stops walking like he's taking care of a kid.

MICA: “That's what we're doing.

”

SYNC.Slateback charges into Mica. Basalt plating locks across his shoulders, arms and back. When

his next step lands, the arena floor answers.

Kest reaches for Frostmane.

SYNC - HAND EYE.

Kest and Frostmane fuse. Inside the pard's glowing chest, her small hands stay visible, still

shaping.

The fused pard surges bigger and faster, and his eyes change. They're Kest's eyes now: wide,

bright, taking in everything.

Frostmane attacks. Kest builds.

A ramp appears under Frostmane's paws mid-leap and throws him over Mica's guard. A

cushion catches his landing. A tunnel opens in the floor; Frostmane dives in and comes out

behind Mica.

Claws across basalt. Sparks.

The crowd starts to believe.

Mica doesn't chase. He plants and waits.

Frostmane comes in again. Mica drives his shoulder straight into Kest's wall.

BOOM.

The wall explodes. His next step is heavier. Then the next.

COMMENTATOR 1: “He's not trying to hit the pard. He's hitting the walls.

”

COMMENTATOR 2: “Every wall she builds, he's taking with him.

”

ROLLING WEIGHT.

Kest builds bigger, then thicker. She squints, holds it, and the Lumen turns to real ice: slow,

cold and heavy.

Mica walks through it.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

AWAKENED SYNC - PRESSURE DEBT.

The stone under him groans.

Iria stops blinking.

Frostmane sees an opening and lunges.

Mica catches him by the foreleg, one hand, and leans in with everything he's banked.

HEAVY HAND.

Frostmane slams into the floor. The stone cracks in a ring.

Kest screams from inside the fusion.Not a battle cry. A six-year-old's scream, raw and sudden, because she felt it.

The arena goes quiet.

Iria is on her feet. Edrin's hand closes on her arm without his eyes leaving the floor.

Mica hesitates for exactly one second.

Then he does his job.

FAULTLINE.

His heel hits the floor beside Frostmane, and the stone splits open.

Frostmane scrambles out of the collapsing floor, limping.

Kest is crying. The fused pard's eyes, her eyes, run wet.

She builds a wall. Mica breaks it.

She builds a bigger one. Mica breaks it faster.

She builds a cage around their fused body. Mica tears it open.

Every piece she makes, he takes, and he gets heavier.

COMMENTATOR 1: “She's feeding him.

”

COMMENTATOR 2: “She doesn't know how not to.

”

Frostmane tries to circle. His leg gives. Mica cuts off the angle. Kest throws up another wall. It

breaks.

Another. It breaks.

Kest's hands are shaking now.

In the stands, the SPECTATOR from earlier has gone quiet.

SPECTATOR: “

...He's gonna-

”

FRIEND: “Yeah.

”

Iria is at the railing, white-knuckled.

IRIA (under her breath): “Come on. Come on, Kest.

”

Edrin says nothing. He's watching Kest's hands.

Mica takes another step. The floor cracks under it.

The fused pard backs off, hunched around the light where Kest's hands are.

Mica keeps coming.

Kest sniffles. The pard's paw wipes across its wet eyes. Her gesture, his paw.

And the building stops.

For one long second, she makes nothing at all.

She just watches.Mica, planted and heavy, waits for the next wall.

It doesn't come.

His next step is lighter.

Kest sees it. Something in the fused face changes.

AWAKENED SYNC - BOTH HANDS.

The split in her attention disappears. She can build while Frostmane moves, both at once.

Frostmane leaps. Kest's hands move.

But she isn't building walls anymore.

Mica swings into something soft.

Glowing, puffy shapes, like pillows.

His fist sinks in.

No crack. No shatter. Nothing to push against.

The weight in his arm has nowhere to go.

Mica frowns. He shoves harder. The shapes fold around him and slide him sideways.

He plants his foot, and the floor under it becomes a slide. His line bends left.

He plants again. The ground gives like a mattress.

COMMENTATOR 1: “What is she-

”

COMMENTATOR 2: “She stopped giving him anything to break!”

The crowd roars.

Frostmane, limping but fast, comes in from angles that don't make sense. Every time Mica

turns to meet him, the floor under Mica's feet has become something else.

Mica's steps are getting lighter.

In the Ruun section, Edrin finally smiles.

EDRIN (quietly): “There she is.

”

Mica stops.

He looks across the floor at the fused pard.

Kest's eyes, wet. A sniffle. Her hands still moving in the light.

He knows exactly what's happening. He has one play left.

He sets his feet.

ABSOLUTE - THE UNMOVED.

His whole body commits to one direction.

Every drop of debt he still has, compressed into one step.ABSOLUTE TECHNIQUE - ONE MORE STEP.

The stone around him bows inward. The air shakes. Everyone in the arena feels the weight

gather.

Kest's hands come together, and she imagines the softest thing she's ever seen.

A cloud.

Mica steps.

It's the heaviest step anyone in Harmony has seen in years, and it lands in the cloud. The

cloud sinks, swallows it, and bleeds the force away in every direction as harmless, drifting

light.

His debt drops to zero.

Mica stands in the middle of the floor, empty.

Frostmane lands on his back.

A ramp tilts the floor under his feet, and Mica goes down face-first. An ice cage closes around

his arms and legs, holding, not hurting.

Frostmane's jaws rest open against the back of Mica's neck.

They don't close.

The official is already running.

“MATCH!”

The arena explodes.

Kest drops the Sync. The fusion comes apart, and she spills onto the floor beside Frostmane.

She throws both arms around his neck, crying, checking his leg, kissing his face.

Mica rolls onto his back once the cage fades. He lies there, breathing hard, staring at the sky.

Then he laughs, short and dry.

MICA: “A pillow.

”

Kest looks over, offended.

KEST: “It's a cloud.

”

Mica laughs again and holds up a fist without getting up.

Kest considers it, then walks over and bumps it with her tiny one.

The crowd loses its mind.

BOARD: KEST RUUN ADVANCES.

Across the arena, in the section reserved for waiting candidates, LUCAN SAYE watches Kest

walk off the floor.

He doesn't smile.He tilts his head, like a man re-reading something.

INT. ARENA - RUUN TUNNEL

Kest comes through the tunnel with Frostmane limping beside her.

Iria doesn't even let her clear the doorway.

She drops to her knees and pulls Kest into a hug so hard Kest's feet leave the ground.

Frostmane immediately shoves his head between them, because obviously he's included.

Iria pulls back, hands on Kest's shoulders. Her eyes are wet.

IRIA: “I just watched you grow in real time.

”

She smiles.

IRIA: “The sky's the limit for you.

”

Kest doesn't fully understand how big that is.

KEST: “Frost's leg hurts.

”

IRIA (laughing through it): “I know. We'll fix it.

”

Behind them, Edrin heard every word.

He just smiles.

INT. LUMENIST CHURCH - PRIVATE STUDY - DAY

Silence after all that noise.

A quiet room behind the sanctuary. Old books. Older maps. A carved Source Tree crest on the

wall.

GARETH BROOKS, High Elder of Lumenism, stands over a desk, studying a map. He doesn't

look up when the door opens.

JONATHAN VAEL enters.

They don't shake hands.

GARETH: “Commander.

”

JONATHAN: “High Elder.

”

A beat. Neither one sits.

GARETH: “I heard about the eight.

”

JONATHAN: “Everyone important has.

”

GARETH: “And?”

JONATHAN: “Pursuit is suspended.

”

Gareth finally looks up.

JONATHAN: “No further operations west until after the tournament. Not enough intelligence to

justify sending more people.

”GARETH: “Good.

”

Jonathan studies him.

JONATHAN: “You don't sound disappointed.

”

GARETH: “Chasing twelve people through that country accomplishes nothing.

”

He turns the map toward Jonathan.

A vast region at the center, marked in faded ink.

ARUUN.

GARETH: “This does.

”

Jonathan looks at it. He doesn't react, but he doesn't look away either.

GARETH: “Do you know what the old scripture says, Commander?”

JONATHAN: “Tell me.

”

Gareth's voice changes. Quieter. Like something recited all his life.

GARETH: “Before anything, there was the First Water.

”

FLASH: endless, still water under no sky. A soft glow within it.

GARETH (V.O.): “Life. Water. Power. All one thing.

”

FLASH: the glow splits. One half rising toward light. One half sinking into depth.

GARETH (V.O.): “Then came the Separation. The One became Two. One rose. One sank.

”

FLASH: land forming in the space between them. Mountains. Rivers. A world taking shape.

GARETH (V.O.): “And in the space between them, Aruun.

”

FLASH: at the heart of Aruun, a living current of light running beneath the ground.

GARETH (V.O.): “At its heart, the Source. Not a place. A current. Feeding all things.

”

FLASH: an enormous tree, older than anything, roots wrapped around glowing water.

GARETH (V.O.): “The Source Tree. The first life to take root.

”

FLASH: a massive creature moving through ancient light. Then two human figures, a man and

a woman, standing beneath the Tree.

GARETH (V.O.): “The first Voran. The first people. Everything that lives began there.

”

FLASH: people walking outward across the land. Settlements. Rivers. Distance.

GARETH (V.O.): “And from there, everything spread.

”

Back in the study.

Gareth's finger rests on the center of the map.

GARETH: “Every one of us came from that ground. Every Voran. Every House. Every prayer

my church has ever spoken.

”His finger moves to the edges of the region, where dark markings crowd the ink.

GARETH: “And now it belongs to monsters.

”

FLASH: Veyr crawling through ruined terrain. Corrupted light bleeding through the soil.

GARETH (V.O.): “Corruption. Veyr. And the ones who stayed too long, and became what that

ground made them.

”

FLASH: glowing markings on dark figures in the distance.

Back in the study.

JONATHAN: “And you want it back.

”

GARETH: “I want the Source back.

”

JONATHAN: “Why now?”

Gareth is quiet for a moment.

GARETH: “You know my family's name.

”

JONATHAN: “Everyone does.

”

GARETH: “Then you know what it means in this city.

”

He doesn't say it. He doesn't have to.

FLASH: Archie reaching out. Michelle standing over Aaron. Michelle vanishing.

GARETH: “Michelle Brooks. The woman who took Aaron James from the world twice. Once

when he died. Once when she carried him away.

”

His jaw tightens.

GARETH: “My family has spent generations apologizing for her. Carrying her like a stain.

Every Brooks child learns to lower their eyes before they learn to read.

”

He taps Aruun.

GARETH: “We clear what has taken it. We reach the Source. We bring back what humanity

lost.

”

GARETH: “And when history talks about the Brooks name again, it talks about that.

”

Jonathan watches him.

Something passes behind his eyes, a thought he keeps to himself.

He doesn't argue. He doesn't agree, either.

JONATHAN: “It's a long way to Aruun.

”

GARETH: “It's always been a long way.

”

JONATHAN: “And the corruption?”

GARETH: “Is real. I've never pretended it isn't. Which is why no one reaches the Source

without people like you.

”There it is. The actual offer.

Jonathan looks back at the map for a long moment.

JONATHAN: “Aruun is worth watching.

”

GARETH: “Watching?”

JONATHAN: “For now.

”

Gareth studies him the way he'd study a map.

GARETH: “We want this for different reasons.

”

JONATHAN: “Those are usually the strongest agreements.

”

Gareth almost smiles.

Jonathan turns to leave. At the door, he pauses.

JONATHAN: “When the tournament is over.

”

GARETH: “I know.

”

JONATHAN: “Then that's when we talk again.

”

He leaves.

Gareth looks down at the map.

FINAL FLASH: the Source Tree, enormous and ancient. Water running bright from its roots.

NARRATOR: “Before there were Five Houses... there was Aruun.

”

SMASH CUT - INT. HARMONY CIVIC ARENA

The crowd hits like a wall of sound.

ANNOUNCER: “PRELIMINARY MATCH TWO!”

TAVIAN NAMARIS walks out with PEARLBACK. Thirty years old. Unhurried. The Namaris

section rises for him.

In the Namaris section, OSEI sits perfectly composed, watching the floor like he's already

bored with it.

ANNOUNCER: “And from House Aurelis-

”

INT. ARENA - AURELIS TUNNEL

JOVEN ARKIS stands at the edge of the light. Eleven years old. LUCENT, his Lumen Stag,

beside him, head tilted, studying the noise.

Behind him, MARIE.

She doesn't give a speech. She rests a hand on his shoulder.

MARIE: “Look closely.

”

Joven nods. She lets go.

Behind Marie, Solara and Lyrian watch from the tunnel. Seraphina stands a little farther back,arms folded.

ANNOUNCER: “

-JOVEN ARKIS AND LUCENT!”

Joven walks into the light.

The crowd reacts to his size first. Then to how calm he is.

Across the floor, Tavian studies him carefully. No smirk. No dismissal.

The official raises his arm.

“BEGIN!”

Tavian kneels and lays his palm on the floor.

RIGHT OF WAY.

Joven takes one step forward.

The floor under his foot travels, sliding sideways like a river. Nothing grabs him. The ground

itself has been told where to go.

Joven pitches off balance.

Lucent is already there, antlers catching him, hooves planting, hauling him back onto a still

patch.

Joven looks down at the floor.

JOVEN: “Oh.

”

Not scared. Interested.

Tavian notices.

Pearlback rears and slams down. The arena floor cracks into slabs. A pearlescent membrane

spreads between the broken pieces.

PEARLWAY.

The slabs join into one surface again, and Tavian assigns it directions.

The arena isn't an arena anymore. It's a network.

Joven steps left, and the floor carries him backward. He jumps to another slab, and it carries

him toward Pearlback. He runs at Tavian, and the route bends away.

COMMENTATOR 1: “He can't get anywhere near him.

”

COMMENTATOR 2: “He isn't losing. He's being managed.

”

In the Aurelis section, Marie watches Joven's eyes, not his feet.

Tavian lays another route.

This time, Joven doesn't move. He watches.

The Lumen leaving Tavian's hand. How it sinks into the surface. Where the direction begins.

How it spreads.ILLUMINATE.

For a moment we see what Joven sees: lines of light tracing through the floor, the whole

mechanism laid bare.

Tavian sends the route toward him.

Joven steps onto it on purpose.

The crowd gasps.

He doesn't fight it. He rides it, three strides, four, and steps off at exactly the right point,

landing closer to Tavian than he's been all fight.

Tavian's expression shifts, just slightly.

Joven smiles.

JOVEN: “Okay.

”

Tavian stands.

SYNC - THE LIVING CAUSEWAY.

Pearlback surges into him. Their bodies fuse into something amphibious and pale, pearl-

plated, moving like water across stone. The body itself becomes a route: wherever it goes, the

floor flows with it.

The arena starts changing constantly.

Joven understands every piece.

Understanding isn't enough.

A route throws him sideways, straight into the fused Tavian.

BOOM.

Joven skids across the floor. Lucent drags him clear of the next one.

From the Aurelis section, Marie's voice cuts through the noise:

MARIE: “STAY FOCUSED!”

Joven gets up.

Tavian lays three routes at once. Four. The floor is crowded with Lumen.

Joven sees it.

REVEALING LIGHT.

The Lumen already poured into the nearest route turns gold-white.

It stops obeying Tavian.

The route dies. The floor goes still.

Joven sends the gathered light into Lucent, and the Stag flares, brighter and faster.

For the first time, Tavian's network doesn't do what he told it to.Tavian slows.

TAVIAN: “There it is.

”

AWAKENED SYNC - THE OPEN CHANNEL.

The membranes of Pearlway spread across every slab. Gaps don't matter anymore. The entire

arena becomes one connected system, and Tavian moves through it.

Joven's eyes race.

Every new route is new information. Illuminate keeps feeding him. He understands this one.

And this one. And this.

He's thinking faster.

He's moving slower.

A route shifts under him.

He hesitates half a second.

WHAM.

The fused Tavian hits him flush. Joven slams into the floor and doesn't get up right away.

The Aurelis section goes silent.

Joven lies there, staring at the lights.

MEMORY - AURELIS QUARTERS, THE NIGHT BEFORE

MARIE: “Potential isn't fighting Tavian tomorrow.

”

A beat.

MARIE: “You are.

”

BACK TO THE ARENA

Joven closes his eyes.

One second.

He opens them.

He isn't looking at the network anymore.

He's looking at Tavian.

Joven stands.

A route surges toward him. He steps onto it.

REVEALING LIGHT. The route dies under his feet.

Another. He understands it and doesn't study it. He moves.

Another. Moves.

COMMENTATOR 1: “He's going through it!”He isn't trying to understand everything anymore. Illuminate is a tool now, not the goal.

He's coming straight at Tavian.

Lucent runs beside him.

JOVEN: “Lucent!”

SYNC.

The Stag surges into him. Light-antlers rise from Joven's shoulders, his steps gilded, his whole

small frame suddenly moving like something much larger.

The fused Tavian turns to meet him.

Joven's hand snaps out.

BLINDING JUDGMENT.

CRACK.

A concussive slap of Light takes Tavian across the face. The fused body staggers, vision

whited out, coordination jolted loose, and the blow tears through a Pearlway membrane behind

him.

The route that ran through that junction collapses. Then another.

The whole network stutters.

Joven plants his feet.

JOVEN: “Absolute Awakened Sync.

”

Nothing happens.

No glow. No sound. Nothing to see.

COMMENTATOR 2: “Is he... is he doing anything?”

In the Aurelis section, every head snaps up.

Seraphina uncrosses her arms. Lyrian leans forward. Solara stops breathing.

Marie stands.

Tavian, half-blind, sees none of it on Joven.

He sees it on Aurelis.

He understands instantly: whatever that child is doing, it's the one hit.

Tavian slams both hands onto the floor.

ABSOLUTE AWAKENED SYNC - NO ONE CROSSES ALONE.

The motto of House Namaris, made real.

The entire connected arena becomes one surface, and all of it moves.

Everything on it goes with it. Joven. Debris. Tavian himself.

Joven's feet start sliding. His stance breaks. The charge begins to slip.He's about to lose it.

REVEALING LIGHT.

He seizes the Lumen directly under his feet. For half a second, one small patch of floor stops.

That's all.

Joven jumps.

He leaves the ground, and the moving field has nothing to hold on to.

Below him, Tavian rides his own current in a clean, predictable line.

Joven sees exactly where he'll be.

For an instant, Joven's eyes look past Tavian, past the arena roof, at something very far away

and very bright.

LIGHT OF GOD.

A column of Light comes down from the air.

Not an explosion. A line. Dense, silent, absolute.

It strikes the fused body dead center.

White.

Silence.

The light fades.

The floor stops moving.

Where the column struck, the stone is scorched and cracked.

The fusion comes apart. Pearlback is thrown clear, rolling across the floor.

Tavian is left on his back, armor burned through in places, smoke rising off him.

He tries to push himself up.

His arms won't hold him.

He drops back down, dazed.

Joven lands hard, falls to his knees, and Lucent separates from him, both of them gasping.

The official watches Tavian try again. And fail.

“MATCH!”

BOARD: JOVEN ARKIS ADVANCES.

The arena erupts.

Joven doesn't celebrate.

He looks at Tavian, and his face drops.

The medics are already running onto the floor. Joven stumbles after them.JOVEN: “Is he okay? I didn't mean to-

”

MEDIC: “He'll live. Give us a second.

”

Harmony healers kneel beside Tavian, soft light already gathering at their hands. They ease

him onto a stretcher. Pearlback limps over and presses its head against his side.

In the Namaris section, Esme is at the railing, watching closely. When the healers start

working, her shoulders drop a little.

As the stretcher lifts, Tavian turns his head.

He finds Joven.

His voice is rough, but it's there.

TAVIAN: “How much of that did you understand?”

Joven thinks about it.

JOVEN: “By the end?”

A beat.

JOVEN: “Enough.

”

Tavian huffs out something close to a laugh, then winces.

TAVIAN: “Yeah. I noticed.

”

The medics carry him out, Pearlback limping after them.

Joven watches until they're gone.

In the Aurelis section, Marie smiles.

For just a moment, something heavier passes behind it. She glances at the scorched stone

where the light came down.

Then it's gone.

SERAPHINA: “He's eleven.

”

MARIE: “I know.

”

Across the arena, in the Namaris section, Osei hasn't moved.

He's watching Joven.

He isn't bored anymore.

CUT TO BLACK.

END - EPISODE 6