Where Eyes Wander and Hearts Stir
After leaving the arena, Leon raised a hand casually, his sleeve shifting with the motion.
"That's enough for today. You're free to move as you like."
There was no ceremony in his tone—just quiet authority.
Before anyone could respond further, his figure had already lifted into the air, robes fluttering lightly as he flew back toward the Amethyst Summit Division.
He didn't even look back.
To him, the arena had already lost its meaning.
Children fighting… what's there to watch?
His thoughts were calm, grounded.
The truth was, his growth recently had been too fast.
Too smooth.
Too… dangerous.
Power gained without time to settle often became unstable. Leon understood that better than anyone. Beneath his composed exterior, he had already made his decision.
I need to stabilize my mana.
His mind drifted briefly—
To that silent, desolate place he had once discovered.
A tomb.
