April snapped out of her meditation, her breathing steady.
But something was off.
The dojo was empty—but she felt it.
Someone was watching.
She stood slowly, every muscle ready for a fight.
Then—
A shadow shifted near the entrance.
April turned sharply.
"Who's there?"
No answer.
But she knew.
Ragnarök was still watching.
Still waiting.
April clenched her fists.
They wouldn't wait forever.
And neither would she.