The descent wasn't entirely smooth; a sharp bank sent a fresh wave of panic through the cabin, but as the clouds parted, the sprawling cityscape of Melvion City came into view. The roar of the engines shifted in pitch as the landing gear deployed.
With a heavy thud, the wheels hit the tarmac, followed instantly by the deafening roar of the thrust reversers. The passengers held their breath until the plane slowed to a crawl and finally rolled to a complete stop. As the seatbelt sign chimed off, the cabin erupted in cheers.
When the doors opened, paramedics rushed aboard with stretchers, though injuries were limited to severe bruising and minor fractures from the turbulence.
Owen and Mira were the last to disembark. As they stepped onto the jet bridge, they found the entire flight crew and the passengers—even those being treated for injuries—waiting for them. No one had left.
The two pilots, now conscious but pale, stood at the front of the crowd. When they saw Owen, they practically collapsed in relief, gripping his hands. "Thank you. Thank you for saving us."
The rest of the passengers echoed the sentiment, expressing their profound gratitude and shaking their hands fervently.
"You don't need to thank me," Owen said calmly. "I was just trying to survive, same as you."
Someone in the crowd gasped. "Wait! That's the CEO of Solflare Entertainment! And that girl... that's Mira Mercer!"
"It's Lune!"
The whispers quickly escalated, but Mira and her group pushed forward to leave.
"Please, wait!" The captain called out. "Our airline needs your contact information to formally thank you."


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