[Warning R18+]
Aizel rested his weary mind by spending the night at the peak of the mountain.
He knew he needed to be fully prepared, with all his strength and mental fortitude intact, before facing the big boss of the mountain head-on.
The moon faded overnight and was replaced by daylight.
As the sun's rays gently warmed his face, Aizel slowly opened his eyes.
He rubbed his eyelids, let out a yawn, and stretched his body, feeling his muscles loosen up.
After that, he sat by the fire and concentrated, eyes closed. Within moments, he imagined a sizzling frying pan and a basket of fresh eggs. As he opened his eyes, he conjured up a loaf of bread and started to cook his breakfast with a flick of his wrist.
"I wonder what Alora might be doing."
Meanwhile, back on Earth...
Alora was dressed casually, but she gave off the idea that she was about to go outside by wearing a black t-shirt with her gray pants.
