"Why is he taking so long in there?" Victorique spoke, sitting on a rock amidst the tranquil forest. Her fingers traced the rough surface, and the soft rustle of leaves filled the silence. Luna, her loyal companion, stood beside her.
They were only a few steps away from the cave's entrance, Mona gripping her sword tightly, its sheathed body feeling comforting in her hands as she waited for Arthur's arrival.
Luna sighed, her thoughts echoing in her mind, 'Why is he taking so long? I can't help but worry.' Her gaze then shifted to Victorique, who seemed lost in her own world. "Uhm, Arul…".
"It's Victorique!" Victorique immediately chimed in, her eyes slowly moving towards Luna's position, a hint of irritation in her voice.
"I no longer bear the name Arul, so do not call me that again." The words carried a touch of finality, as if sealing the change in her identity that Arthur had carelessly given her.
