The team stared at the Royal Proclamation, their minds struggling to process the sudden, ridiculous reversal of fortune.
"Competitive... Napping?" Gilda grunted, her brow furrowed in a deep, warrior's confusion. "How is that even a trial? Do you get points for snoring?"
To a warrior like Gilda, the idea was an insult to the very concept of competition. But to Pip, it was a miracle.
"So... the next event doesn't involve any monsters?" he whispered, his voice trembling with hope. "Or scary librarians? Or angry dwarves? Just... sleeping?"
And for FaeLina, it was something else entirely. Her jaw dropped. Her dim, lavender aura, which had been a color of quiet defeat, flickered, then erupted into a brilliant, frantic, and ecstatic shade of pink. She wasn't just relieved; she had just seen a golden, once-in-a-lifetime business opportunity. She turned to Zazu, who was just blinking slowly, a look of profound, sleepy destiny on his face. He looked... ready.
