(Time Stilled World, Leo's Isolated Mansion, Leo's POV)
*Tremble*
*Shake*
Sweat rolled down Leo's back as he shivered uncontrollably before his next fight.
'What's wrong with me? It's just another mortal…'
He thought, his jaw tightening as he forced himself to breathe slowly, but no matter how many times he exhaled, the tremor in his hands refused to fade.
His body, usually so steady, so composed, felt foreign tonight, as if it no longer belonged to him.
He sat alone in the dimly lit room, stripped of gear or pretense, as the mana lamps above cast long shadows across the walls.
Outside, the sound of artificial rain echoed against the glass, rhythmic and distant, but even that steady beat failed to soothe his growing anxiety.
It wasn't the fight itself that unnerved him. He had fought thousands of times before—thousands of enemies, each more ruthless than the last.
