The quiet, refined air of the VIP section still lingered in the atmosphere after Leo had left, his earlier presence leaving behind a subtle echo of confidence and satisfaction that almost seemed to imprint itself upon the space.
Henry stood there in silence for a moment, his eyes faintly following the path Leo had taken when leaving. His lips parted, and with a slow, resigned exhale, he said in a calm but weary tone, "I guess I will take my leave."
Lord Maximus, the Sword Emperor himself, sat nearby, his gaze steady and unreadable. The sunlight filtering through the tall, narrow windows reflected faintly against his well-chiseled face, casting faint shadows over the sharp contours.
His expression didn't shift much, but there was a firmness in his voice when he spoke, a quiet command wrapped in measured authority.
