Leon was baffled.
The man who had appeared before him radiated an aura so immense and suffocating, that it warped the air around him. It wasn't wild or chaotic, it was controlled, deliberate, and impossibly heavy. Leon had only ever felt something like it once before.
'This aura… it's similar to the old man's,' he thought, eyes narrowing.
Of course, "the old man" could only refer to one person, the Governor of the Federation. And if this presence could stand on equal footing with his, then Leon already knew who stood in front of him. Both men were said to exist at the absolute pinnacle of power.
Leon took a moment, studying the man draped in faint gold light. The figure carried himself with an ease that came from centuries of command, his eyes holding the calm weight of someone who had long stopped needing to prove anything. After a few seconds, Leon's expression softened into something between amusement and respect.
