Leon's POV
The message from Myrcella hit me like a hammer to the chest. It was short, rushed, and carried a kind of weight that didn't need extra words to explain itself. Something had happened with the heroes. Something bad. I didn't waste a second. I gathered myself and moved immediately, pushing my body and mana to get to their location as fast as I could.
When I arrived, the atmosphere alone told me everything I needed to know.
The air felt wrong. Heavy. Like the aftermath of a storm that had torn through and left nothing but wreckage behind. The ground bore signs of chaos—disturbed earth, broken equipment, scattered traces of a struggle that had clearly ended poorly. It was an awful sight, one that settled deep in my gut and refused to leave.
