Leon turned his gaze toward the direction Jasmine was pointing. Unconsciously, his eyebrows lifted slightly—something about it felt strange... yet familiar.
He walked over, crouched down, and scooped up a handful of sand.
As he raised his hand and stared intently at the grains in his palm, his heart skipped a beat.
"Holy power and chaos power? No... not both. But there's a similarity," he whispered to himself.
He scanned the area, sensing faint traces of that familiar energy lingering in the air.
"How strange... Could the one who holds this power be the same person who helped me?" he muttered quietly.
Nearly two weeks ago, he'd discovered that all his wounds had healed—except his eyes, which remained blind.
Given how impossible it seemed, his mind was filled with questions—was someone truly helping him from the shadows?
And now, he could feel it—that same power. What once seemed like baseless speculation was starting to take shape.
