Racheal didn't push her luck. She walked past the empty chairs and chose a seat beside Elizabeth. Sitting beside Nikko with the air still hot from primal energy would've been foolish.
Even with the confidence of a newly completed elf, she wasn't delusional.
Elizabeth was calmer, and for now that was the safest distance.
With everyone finally settled, Leon leaned forward slightly.
The room, moments ago tense with territorial sparks, quieted at once. Every talent, every ally, every fighter in the room focused on him.
"Now," Leon said, voice steady, "we can talk about why we're here."
A breath passed. The atmosphere thickened it was expectant and grounded.
"The topic is advancing our talents."
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All eyes settled on Leon the moment he mentioned advancing their talents.
