Leon left the dimensional space behind, returning to the outside world. Though only minutes had passed here, a full day had slipped by within his inner realm. He had stowed every treasure safely before departing—nothing left behind.
His eyes opened, and the coarse chill of stone beneath him grounded his senses. Instantly, he felt a sharp gaze fixed upon him—Seraphine. Her worry was palpable, her purple eyes searching his face for any trace of pain or weakness. Leon met her stare, giving her a reassuring, silent smile: I am unharmed.
Seraphine's hand gripped her cloak tighter, her knuckles pale as a breeze swept through, carrying the faint scent of cold earth.
It wasn't just her gaze alone. The two knights standing near the cauldron—Kael and another man beside her—had an awestruck look on their faces as they kept glancing at him from time to time.
Their armor creaked with each nervous shift, beads of sweat glistening on their brows despite the chill in the air.
