The Hollow – Sector C.7: Windwake Ledge
The wind had calmed.
What remained was the slow rise and fall of drifting air, like the final breath of a long-forgotten storm.
Leon stood at the edge of the broken platform where he'd landed. His coat fluttered gently behind him, sword sheathed across his back. Two glowing marks pulsed softly on his body—one at his forearm, a crimson flame; the other near his collarbone, a wind-mark in pale blue.
Behind him, the others approached, leaping from stone to stone as the last airflows steadied.
Kael was first to speak.
"Two Cores down. You planning to collect all six now?"
Leon gave a dry chuckle. "Don't tempt me."
Roselia arrived next, her boots tapping lightly against the rock. "You're different now. Faster. Lighter. Stronger."
"I feel it," Leon admitted. "Like I'm seeing two layers of reality at once. The fire gives me force. The wind gives me control."
Aris stepped forward last. "And both want more."
Leon didn't deny it.
