Leon exhaled, his chest heaving, his wind magic humming steady in his limbs, like a breeze before a storm.
"Yeah. Much better," he said, his grin faint but genuine.
She tapped his cheek with her knuckle, her green eyes sparkling. "Told you. You don't need fire to be dangerous. You are plenty strong Lor, but you are just nervous."
They returned to the alcove in silence.
Zara glanced at them, noting the wind curling at Leon's fingertips, her blue eyes flicking with approval before returning to her axe.
Lysette didn't speak, but her emerald eyes lingered on Leon's steadier frame, her face unreadable, a mix of irritation and curiosity.
Terya rolled her shoulders, buckling her daggers into place as she tightened her trousers.
"Alright. The sanctum's close. You ready, hero?" she asked, her voice firm, her grin returning.
Leon tightened his grip on his reforged dagger, his eyes locked on the path ahead, the whispers of the Veil distant but persistent.
