Po, ever the optimist, was more concerned about his stomach. "So... no snacks until we save the world? Again?"
With a deep breath, Po channeled the Golden Chi. He didn't fight the Knights; he danced through them, his movements fluid and bright. The light from his paws reflected off the Mirror, blinding the spectral invaders and sending them back into the mists of history.
The moonlight pooled over the Valley of Peace, but inside the Hall of Heroes, the air was thick with a tension that even Po’s favorite noodles couldn't fix.
Po stared at the ancient scroll. According to the legends, the eleventh hour of the Great Eclipse—the moment known as the "Eleventh Episode"—would reveal a power hidden within the Jade Palace. But there was a catch: the prophecy was written in a dialect of Old Kung Fu that even Master Shifu struggled to translate.
