The Last Guardian Village
"That is how he knew of us."
"How much did he know?" Leon asked.
"Enough to search," Rex replied. "Enough to fear what sleeps beyond the forests. But not enough to understand the whole truth."
Leon exhaled slowly through his nose.
Interesting.
The world he thought he understood was peeling back layer by layer.
Empires.
Heroes.
An outsider from the void.
Crystals.
Forbidden forests.
And now this—
Bloodlines tied to ancient subordinates of mythic figures.
He rose from his seat and walked a few steps, hands clasped behind his back. His mind was already moving ahead—calculating, rearranging alliances, redefining threats.
If Gary carried fragments of inherited memory… then so did the other three thrones.
Which meant this wasn't just politics.
It was legacy.
It was awakening.
He stopped and turned back to the three old men.
Their expressions were calm, but there was tension beneath it. They had chosen this moment deliberately.
