The Moon Goddess Priestess
In one smooth motion, Leon flipped backwards, boots crashing against shattered stone with silent intensity. He fell into a low crouch, body tensed like a stringed bow, the devastated plaza creaking under the impact of his mana. Dust billowed around him like a phantom's breath.
His instincts came into shape before his mind did— —raw martial reflex. His aura wrapped around him tightly; a storm restrained on the brink of unleashing.
He looked over the open square.
"Who are you?" he snarled, his voice low and tinged with cold rage. "Why the devil did you bring me here?"
At the plaza's center, there crouched a robed woman on ancient stone, her stance impossibly serene. Her dark robes gathered behind her, unmarred by wind or time. With unnerving serenity, she stood—dusting dust from her robes as if time were hers in abundance.
The air stilled. Too still.
