Leon stood alone at the edge of the field, the tall grass whispering at his ankles.
[Lord of Illusion and Mystery has joined the chat.]
A sudden, icy draft swept through the air, raising goosebumps across his skin. His pulse slowed, as if time itself had thickened.
W-What? Lord of Illusion and Mystery—shit!
Shit! Shit!
Don't panic. I have to act calm and keep up my act. No one will know anything.
He knew his identity and location were protected by the mysterious cosmic system.
His hands fumbled with the edge of his robe, knuckles white, legs bouncing in place as he struggled to stay still.
Just act cool
He just had to act cool, and nothing would happen.
If she decides to talk to me, I'll not answer… or give vague replies.
He suspected her reason for appearing might be him—someone claiming to be a Lord, just like her.
Which meant she came for him.
Lord of Illusion and Mystery: "Who are you, Elemental Paragon?"
