Aria opened her eyes slowly, realizing she was no longer in Yuzara's domain. Her mind drifted back to Yuzara's words, repeating them softly to herself: I need to find out more about myself… my origin, and my powers.
She clenched her fists lightly as determination washed over her. If I ever dream of creating the world Sin spoke of, then I need to get stronger. But first… I need to apologize to Azreal. We argued over something so trivial.
She pushed herself up from the bed and walked toward the door, ready to leave. But before she could touch the handle, the door swung open on its own, and Nena stepped in.
"Aria," Nena said with relief in her tone. "Good, you're still here. Get dressed."
Aria blinked in confusion. "Dress? What's the occasion?"
Nena smiled warmly as she stepped closer. "I spoke to Azreal about preparing a feast to celebrate your recovery. We're going to honor your good health, my dear."
