Leon walked toward the Tree of Death with Mora perched on his head, swaying her legs and looking around excitedly. As he got closer, the demons working nearby noticed him.
They immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed.
"Good morning, Your Highness."
"Your Majesty."
Leon gave a simple nod. "Morning. Keep working."
Most of the demons couldn't see Mora. Spirits weren't visible to just anyone. Only those with a strong connection to nature or deep magical knowledge could see her. So, to most of them, Leon just looked like he was walking normally.
But the elves—especially the dark elves—froze.
Their eyes were fixed on the small figure sitting on his head. Some of them stared. A few even lowered their heads respectfully. Spirits, to them, weren't just rare—they were sacred. The are believed to be messengers of nature. Living proof of the world's will.
Elvera stepped forward slowly. "Is that… truly a spirit?"
Leon glanced up. "Yeah. This is Mora. She's with me now."
