The early morning sun cast a faint golden hue over the park, its warmth brushing lightly over the leaves that swayed with a soft whisper. The world was still calm, peaceful — the kind of peace that came before a storm.
Leo Aetherwind's calm gaze followed the figure of Lu Xio, who stood near the fallen old man, his face twisted with a mix of shock and determination.
Leo's brows furrowed slightly as he took a step closer. Though his heart had grown accustomed to the cold logic of a villain's life, there was one principle he never broke — he never harmed the innocent, nor stood idle when a life dangled on the edge of death.
For a brief moment, his silence spoke more than words. He looked at the unconscious old man, then at Lu Xio, who stood trembling, arguing nonsensically.
Lu Xio's tone rose, desperate and defensive.
"I saw him first! I learned medicine from my master in the old town — I know what to do! I can definitely cure him!"
