Leon picked up the black metallic card with the name "Bellsford" engraved across its surface in delicate, golden script.
The moment Leon's fingers brushed the surface, he felt it was unnaturally cold and rigid to the touch—too dense, too still, almost like forged stone rather than metal.
He was certain this metal wasn't from the Lower Domain. Brushing that thought aside, he turned to the black envelope and broke the seal with a gentle press. Inside was a sleek black sheet of paper with white lettering, its surface giving off a faint, distinct scent—one he couldn't quite place.
Leon's eyes narrowed in focus as he began to read. The letter demanded his full attention, each line more surprising than the last. His expression shifted several times—flickers of curiosity, calculation, and faint amusement crossing his face.
