"That sounds great", Adrien said. He took another sip of water - the more he drank, the more he felt replenished from what had been spent in his intense exertion. He slowly stood up; the symbol he had drawn on the wall was still there - its undeniable beauty brought a smile to his face. Valerion was right - this was a victory; a sure, definite victory - something he should be celebrating, not dissecting into his usual fears. He had been able to push his monsters away to draw that perfect circle, and he could do it again.

He should do it again, he thought; he should do it much more.