For a moment, he almost convinced himself it was just an empty threat—until his legs gave way, and he sank to the ground, breath short and ragged.
The chill of the grass pressed against his palms, the damp earth seeping through his fingers as he steadied himself, a faint tremor running up his arms.
Finally, after a while, Leon calmed his nerves and stood up in his spot. His breathing was still heavy, knowing a Lord of the Universe was trying to hunt him down.
A cold bead of sweat traced down his temple, mingling with the humid air, as the distant hum of wind rustled the blades of grass around his feet.
He sent his last message in the ongoing Chat.
[Elemental Paragon had left the Chat]
While those who at least wanted to greet the Lord of the Universe were flabbergasted as even another Lord came and had some strange conversation, after that, both of them left quickly.
[Lord of Illusion and Mystery is trying to send you 100 million Causality]
