In the Old Town, Four Eyes got lost in a bookstore filled with ancient European grimoires. At the same time, Madam Li and Old Master Li marveled at the cobblestone streets and the cathedral bells.
"This place feels like it remembers its own stories," Old Master Li said, touching a stone wall.
"Then we’ll add ours," Ling Li replied.
They attended a local chocolate-making workshop, where Ren accidentally summoned a wind glyph that scattered cocoa powder across the room. Shun helped clean it up with silent efficiency, while Fatty tried to sculpt Lily’s face out of truffle paste.
"It looks like a potato," Lily said, giggling.
"A beautiful potato," Fatty insisted.
Everyone "...."
At the Lake Geneva promenade, the family watched the sunset together.
Ling Li stood slightly apart, eyes on the horizon.
"The Heavens are stirring," she murmured.
"Solaris?" Pharsa asked quietly.
Ling Li nodded.
"He knows Lily is here. And he knows I’ll be watching."
Competition Day: Arena Geneva Awakens
The Arena Geneva shimmered beneath morning light, its glass façade reflecting the snow-dusted rooftops and the distant Alps. Inside, the venue had transformed into a world of rhythm and spectacle — polished floors gleaming under chandeliers, with velvet banners fluttering to display the insignias of international dance federations.
The audience filled the tiered seats in waves — coaches, families, dignitaries, and dance enthusiasts from across Europe and Asia. Murmurs of anticipation rippled through the crowd, punctuated by bursts of applause as early performers took the floor.
At the judges’ table sat five figures of formidable reputation:
Madame Corinne, a former world champion in Latin ballroom, is known for her razor-sharp critiques and love of dramatic flair.
Mr. Takahashi, a stoic technician from Japan, whose scores were feared for their precision.
Dr. Elodie, a Swiss historian of dance, valued emotional storytelling above all.
Coach Miguel, a flamboyant choreographer from Spain, who clapped for every spin.
Ms. Anika, a young prodigy from Berlin, is known for her empathy and unpredictability.
Shi Min & Lily: The Semi-Final Round Begins
The day before was the qualifying rounds and quarter-finals, and Shi Min and Lily easily advanced to the semi-finals without a sweat. Today is the second day of the competition. Backstage, Shi Min adjusted his cufflinks, his black-and-gold tango suit tailored to perfection. His hair was slicked back, his posture regal. Beside him, Lily wore a crimson dress with flame-cut ruffles and a bodice embroidered with phoenix feathers — a nod to her heritage and her fire.
"Ready?" she asked, eyes sparkling.
"Born ready," Shi Min replied, though his fingers twitched slightly.
The announcer’s voice boomed:
"Representing the Philippines School of Dance — Shi Min and Lily!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Rumba: The Whisper of Heat
The music began — slow, sultry, aching.
Shi Min and Lily moved like breath and heartbeat, their bodies close but never clashing. Every step was a conversation, every turn a confession. Lily’s arm curled around Shi Min’s neck in a slow spiral, and he lifted her with a single hand, letting her descend like silk.
Madame Corinne leaned forward.
"That’s a rumba with restraint. Beautiful."
Samba: The Pulse of Joy
The tempo shifted. Drums. Heat. Carnival.
Shi Min’s footwork exploded with precision, his hips sharp and fluid. Lily matched him beat for beat, her skirt flaring like fire with every bounce. They spun together, then apart, then back again — a celebration of rhythm and trust.
Coach Miguel clapped mid-performance.
"¡Eso! That’s samba!"
Cha Cha: The Tease and Snap
Sharp. Flirty. Electric.
Lily’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she flicked her wrist and spun away, only for Shi Min to catch her mid-turn and slide her into a perfect lockstep. Their timing was impeccable — every beat hit like punctuation.
Ms. Anika whispered to Dr. Elodie:
"They’re dancing like they know each other’s dreams."
Jive: The Storm Unleashed
Fast. Wild. Unrelenting.
Shi Min and Lily tore across the floor like lightning. Their kicks were high, their spins dizzying. At one point, Lily leapt into Shi Min’s arms mid-jump, and he caught her without missing a beat.
The crowd gasped. Then roared.
Tango: The Final Flame
The lights dimmed.
The tango began.
Shi Min’s expression hardened — an intense, focused look. Lily’s movements became sharper, more deliberate. They circled each other like predators, then collided in a series of dramatic poses and sweeping lunges. The final move: Lily dipped low, her hand on Shi Min’s chest, his gaze locked on hers.
Silence.
Then thunderous applause.
Family Reactions
Fatty was crying into a handkerchief.
"My baby!"
Pharsa clapped elegantly, eyes shining.
"That was art."
Chatty nodded.
"Shi Min’s footwork has improved. They performed well yesterday, and they improved even further today. We sure are looking forward to the finals."
Rockie, arms crossed, muttered:
"I still think the Enfield could out-jive him."
Ren and Shun exchanged proud glances.
"They’re ready," Ren whispered.
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"That tango was spicy," Chin Chin giggled.
Ling Li: Watching the Shadows
But Ling Li wasn’t clapping.
She stood at the edge of the balcony, eyes scanning the crowd, her aura taut with tension. Her spiritual threads were extended — subtle, invisible — as she searched for anomalies; it was the second day she was on tender hooks.
Four Eyes joined her, placing a calming hand on her shoulder.
"No sign of Solaris yet," he murmured.
"He’s waiting," Ling Li replied.
"He always waits until the light is brightest."
"Then we’ll be brighter," Four Eyes said gently.
Ling Li didn’t smile.
But she nodded.
Judges’ Scores and Reactions: The Semi-Final Verdict
The dancers had barely exited the floor when the judges began conferring. The audience buzzed with anticipation, and the Li family leaned forward as the scores appeared on the massive screen above the stage.
Judges
Madame Corinne
Rumba 9.5 Samba 9.2 Cha Cha 9.4 Jive 9.0 Tango 9.6 Comments: "Elegant restraint, explosive control."
Mr. Takahashi
Rumba 9.3 Samba 9.0 Cha Cha 9.1 Jive 8.9 Tango 9.4 Comments: "Technically sound. Slight lag in Jive."
Dr. Elodie
Rumba 9.7 Samba 9.5 Cha Cha 9.6 Jive 9.2 Tango 9.8 Comments: "They told a story. I believed every step."
Coach Miguel
Rumba 9.6 Samba 9.8 Cha Cha 9.5 Jive 9.3 Tango 9.7 Comments: "¡Fuego! They danced with their souls."
Ms. Anika
Rumba 9.4 Samba 9.3 Cha Cha 9.2 Jive 9.1 Tango 9.5 Comments: "They’re not just dancers. They’re a force."
Total Average Score: 9.38
The crowd erupted. Shi Min and Lily had secured a place in the final round.
Spiritual Disturbance: The Whisper Beneath the Applause
As the family gathered backstage, basking in the glow of success, Ling Li’s smile faltered. Her spiritual threads — normally calm and translucent — began to shimmer with static. Something was wrong.
She closed her eyes, reaching out.
There it was.
A ripple in the spiritual field. A scent of decay masked in perfume. A presence that didn’t belong.
She turned sharply toward the dressing rooms.