Leon excused himself from the crowd, a sudden unease tugging at his senses. He moved swiftly, weaving through the throng as his focus locked onto a faint, elusive energy in the distance—like a candle flame wavering between light and shadow.
The closer he drew, the clearer it became. Agios, the Solaris Saint, watched her successor with mild confusion. She reached out several times, questioning his abrupt urgency, but her words fell on deaf ears. Leon was already sprinting toward the grand building at the heart of the capital.
As he passed, heads turned. Many were captivated by the young blonde's striking looks. Fortunately, Leon had kept his identity hidden for so long that none realised the Hero stood among them. But if he lingered, that would surely change. A voluptuous woman noticed the handsome stranger, licked her lips, and began to sashay toward him.
"Hey there, handsome. Are you lost?"
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