As Leon soared over the vast plains leading to the capital, the wind carrying the scent of scorched stone and earth beneath him, he finally caught sight of the Empire's golden walls glittering under the sun.
The aftermath of the battle still lingered in his body, a quiet hum of divine power pulsing through every vein.
But just as he was about to descend, something shifted.
A ripple in the air brushed past his senses, it was subtle, yet distinct.
His brow furrowed.
"That's… weird."
The sensation wasn't demonic, nor divine, but something in between.
Curious, he changed direction, his figure vanishing into the horizon.
Inside the capital, the streets had returned to their usual rhythm.
Merchants called out prices, children darted between carts, and the people who had once trembled beneath the imperial barrier now smiled again, pretending nothing had happened.
Yet not all shared that calm.
