The Masked Warrior Enters Falling Cloud Palace
Videl was still sleeping when a familiar voice gently echoed inside her mind.
"Master… Sir Mora has returned."
It was Amura.
Her calm voice slipped through Videl's thoughts like a soft bell ringing in a quiet temple.
Videl's eyes slowly opened.
For a brief moment she stared at the wooden ceiling above her, the fading warmth of sleep still clinging to her mind. Then she exhaled softly and sat up.
"Already…?"
She rubbed her eyes once before pushing herself off the bed.
Sunlight had shifted since she fell asleep. Golden beams streamed through the window, painting the room with warm light.
Videl stretched her arms slightly, feeling the tension leave her muscles.
"Alright."
She stood and adjusted her clothes.
A moment later—
Knock. Knock.
Mora's voice followed immediately after.
"Videl, prepare yourself. We are about to head to the castle."
Videl walked toward the door.
"Understood."
Mora continued from outside.
