Leon lay on his bed, eyes fixed on the bland ceiling above as if waiting for it to give him answers. The glow of his talent screen had long since faded, but the sting of what felt like a betrayal still lingered.
"I was so sure it would work," he muttered, voice dull. "Where did I get it wrong?"
His limbs sprawled lifelessly, but his mind raced through all the theories he had built, all the calculations he had carefully made. Nothing made sense. But then, like a spark lighting dry tinder, the fire in his eyes reignited.
'If it didn't work the first time… I'll just have to go harder.'
He sat up.
"Put 20 points into Affinity."
[Attack Points: 9,000 >>> 7,000]
Nothing.
There was No pulse, no glow, no system ding. Just silence.
Leon's jaw clenched, but he didn't stop.
"Put 30 more points into Affinity."
[Attack Points: 7,000 → 4,000]
Still nothing.
The fire in his eyes flickered, for just a second. Doubt began to settle in like cold fog.
