In the heart of the castle walls, the Winx, Specialists, Ogron and Anagan gathered to celebrate the sixth anniversary of their hard-won victory. It was a night of camaraderie and remembrance, laughter mingling with quieter moments of reflection. They toasted to battles fought and won, to friendships that had stood the test of time, and to a light that could never be dimmed.
At the head of the gathering, Ogron sat beside Roxy, the weight of responsibility settled on both their shoulders. Together, they ruled the kingdom with a careful balance, blending Ogron's fierce resolve with Roxy's compassion and insight. Though Ogron's gaze often flickered to the moon, his voice remained steady, his hand resting protectively over Roxy's.
Outside, beneath the full moon's silver glow, Duman and Gantlos stood alone, a quiet reverence in their eyes. Gantlos, fully embracing his vampiric nature in gratitude to Stella, knelt and laid a bouquet of lilies beneath the night sky. Duman placed a single white rose beside it, his fingers lingering for a moment on the cool petals.
They gazed up at the moon, its ethereal light a reminder of the spirit they both cherished. For a brief, breathless instant, the silence seemed to hum with her presence, a soft touch of warmth in the cool air.
"Until we're with you again," Duman whispered, his voice filled with a quiet promise.
The moon seemed to twinkle each time they did this, as if Stella were giving them kisses under her beautiful, ethereal moonlight.