Leaving a golden trail in its wake.
Unaware that he had solved one of the ancient secrets hidden by the beings who reside in the Eternal Realm.
Leon arrived at the location—it took less than half a minute to reach here.
What could be seen in front of them?
People were present, but not only in one place.
They were lying on the ground, scattered across the area, with their ears bleeding and injuries on their bodies.
Without waiting, his figure streaked from one place to another—whoosh!—blasting through the still air. Each time he stopped, a soft thud followed, the ground pulsing beneath his feet as he landed just gently enough to avoid harm.
Wherever he stopped, green light surged from his palm with a soft hum, flowing into wounds with a warmth that made even the air shimmer faintly around them.
Dust lifted briefly around him, then stilled, as if the air itself dared not interfere.
