As I watched Vivi digest the new world core, I found my thoughts drifting back to that night on Abor when we came up with this plan of taking over the world cores.
The celebration.
The noise, the laughter, the calm before everything began to move again.
I had been walking through the hall, speaking with different envoys, North beside me the entire time. After finishing a brief exchange with the representatives from the demon headquarters, I made my way toward someone I had not yet met that evening.
My grandmother.
She stood slightly away from the main crowd, observing everything with a smile on her face.
The moment I approached, she looked at me closely.
"Have you handled everything properly?" she asked, the worry in her voice clear despite how composed she looked. "That attack was too sudden."
I smiled lightly.
"Yes, Grandma," I replied. "Something like that won't happen again. We've made sure of it."
She studied me for a moment longer, then nodded.
"Good."
