"Alright, boys," I whispered as the violet light began to engulf me, my "frail" princess-body starting to turn translucent.
"Initiate the transfer. And Coffee? Make sure there's a double-shot espresso waiting for me on the other side. I have a feeling the reboot is going to be a doozy."
Then the violet light didn't just engulf the room; it felt like it reached into my very atoms and tried to reorganize them into a spreadsheet. The air screamed with the sound of a thousand tearing silk sheets.
"The connection!" Hector screamed over the roar of the mana-wind. "Maden Kingdom is surging! Prince Ford's end is pushing too much—"
BOOM.
For a split second, I felt like I was being pulled through a straw. I felt the familiar, glorious weight of my 65-kilo frame, the solid muscle, the 'tank' density, the sheer presence of my original self.
My eyes snapped open. I was in the royal chamber back at the palace at the capital. I felt powerful. I felt like I could bench-press a carriage.
