Fiona's eyes snapped open.
The soft silver glow of her room greeted her, and she sat up with a groan.
Her body felt sore, but not in the usual way.
Her mind was foggy but packed with memories.
Battle after battle. Death after death.
Sitting across the room, waiting like they'd been there the whole time.
Loreia, Luna, and Liora.
Loreia was lounging in a corner chair, arms draped behind her head.
Luna leaned against the far wall, arms crossed.
Liora sat nearest the bed, legs crossed, silent and still.
Loreia grinned the moment Fiona groaned.
"Well well, look who finally came back from the stage," she said with a teasing lilt.
"Did you have a good sleep, Divine Streamer?"
Fiona blinked once, wiped her eyes, and then frowned sharply.
"Fuck, no," she muttered. "That was not a good sleep at all."
Loreia snorted. "Ah. That's how you know it worked."
Fiona rubbed her forehead, sighing.
"At first, the enemies were easy. Just random beasts, basic movement patterns."
