Harry smiled faintly at Leon's words.
Despite the oddity of the scene—a luxurious lounge suspended in an infinite white void—Leon's joy was real. And it warmed something in Harry's chest.
Some months back, Harry had learned something peculiar: he could bring objects into this space.
At first, he'd thought it limited to basic things—clothes, books, maybe a weapon or two—but experimentation proved otherwise.
The range of what he could import was extensive: artifacts, beast cores, enchanted items, even personal mementos.
The only restriction were living things, which couldn't be brought into the space—he was the only living thing who could enter freely.
Anything else—non-living, inanimate, or dead—was fair game.
It was a discovery that had changed everything.
He'd spent quite a fortune refining and refurbishing this place. Not just for function, but for comfort.
The sofa, the chairs, the TV, even the refrigerator stocked with snacks and cold drinks—it was all for Leon.
