The Majis tried to coordinate a defense, but the honey decoys multiplied faster than they could react. The field was a swirling kaleidoscope of light, laughter, and playful tricks. Every time Noctilune attempted to escape, more decoys appeared, more glowing bombs exploded, and more Majis fell into joyful traps. Finally, after nearly an hour of dazzling light and chaos, the Pods’ plan reached its peak. A brilliant cascade of sparks surrounded Noctilune, the honey decoys merged into a glowing cocoon, and in a flash of magic, the real Duskwing transformed into a flying plush, soft, shimmering, and floating gently above the field. The Majis gasped, then clapped, while the pods bounced and laughed, proud of their chaotic masterpiece. The Palians, who had secretly dreamed of this moment for generations, silently celebrated the realization of their long-awaited wish. The field, now calm, still shimmered with leftover lights from the decoys and sparks, and the plush Noctilune twirled gently in the breeze, a perfect symbol of magic, mischief, and the joyous chaos of Palia. Then Lazlo had an even more wonderful idea: he touched the flying plush, and thanks to the pods’ magic, it multiplied into hundreds of identical plushes. Every Palian, amazed, could take one home as a trophy. The field was soon filled with flying Noctilune plushes, twirling gently into the arms of the Palians, ensuring that the legend of this magical night would be shared and cherished forever.
