Months passed since Morvane's long slumber. Life in the palace had settled into a semblance of normalcy, with his friends and allies growing more comfortable with the peace that followed the chaos. Yet, for Morvane, the days felt surreal. He was grateful for the calm but couldn't shake the weight of the unknown—his powers, his past, and his purpose.
It was during a quiet morning, while walking down one of the palace's vast hallways, that he felt it—a chill, faint but familiar. He stopped, glancing around. The light from the grand windows cast shadows that danced softly with the sway of the curtains. Then he saw her.
Hiraya's spirit stood a few steps ahead, her ethereal form as graceful and warm as he remembered.
"Are you okay now?" Hiraya asked, her voice gentle, as though it could shatter the silence like glass.
Morvane froze, his breath caught in his chest. He had thought he would never see her again, yet here she was. Slowly, he nodded. "I'm fine."
