Harry's eyes fluttered open.
The memory dissolved around him, and he found himself back where he started, seated in the white room.
Leon remembered where he was before, lying down with his head resting on his palms.
A faint smirk tugged at Harry's lips.
The memory dive had been a success.
Leon tilted his head slightly, eyeing him as if expecting a full report.
"It went well," Harry said simply, voice calm, steady.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device—roughly the size of a matchbox.
It pulsed faintly with thin magical lines running around its surface.
The lines pulsed softly with mana, giving off a soft hum.
It looked identical to the artifact Dani had used to call Veiss. Same magical lines, same structure, and the exact same appearance.
He turned the artifact in his hand, fingers brushing lightly over its edge.
Dani would be reaching out soon—just like Harry had planned, and he would be waiting for him.
