The Weight of a Sage
The night had not yet fully settled when it happened.
Leon was still immersed in the subtle circulation of his newly stabilized Mana. Every vein felt clearer. Every breath felt heavier. The Prime Dragon's refinement lingered in his marrow like molten gold cooling into iron.
He simply wanted to feel it.
Just a little more.
Without thinking, he allowed a strand of aura to leak.
It wasn't deliberate.
It was excitement.
A sage Realm's pressure — even restrained — was no small thing.
The lake shuddered first. Ripples exploded outward as though something enormous had plunged into its depths. The surrounding trees bent violently. Loose gravel lifted from the ground.
Then—
Boom.
Three soft bodies hit the earth almost at the same time.
"Ah—!"
A muffled thump.
