Elizabeth wasn't reckless, she never had been. If her energy had pulled him into her spiritual world, it meant she wanted him here.
The little girl fidgeted, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark dress. She glanced away, then back at him, her voice small but clear.
"I… I want you to see my father."
Leon froze. For a moment, his mind went blank.
"..."
Leon exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. 'So that's what this is about,' he thought, eyes narrowing slightly as the silence stretched between them.
****
Leon knew exactly who Elizabeth's father was. Ignatius Sol Tarhim—the Dragon Lord of the Void. The devourer of stars. The ruler of the obsidian peaks.
He'd had learned of the name from Elizabeth after she told him, and he instantly understood what it meant after learning fully about her father.
Now, standing inside the desolate realm of Elizabeth's soul, Leon couldn't help but feel that weight pressing down again.
