After dealing with the depressed Rudy, Leon turned his attention back to the gathered crowd. The boy was still kneeling, tears of joy streaming down his face, but Leon had other matters to address.
"Step back from the center of the arena," Leon commanded, his voice carrying across the space with divine authority.
The crowd immediately complied, shuffling backward with reverent haste. Even Max retreated to the edge, sheathing his twin swords as he moved. The packed dirt circle stood empty, waiting.
Leon raised his hand, and the air itself shimmered. Then, without restraint, he began pulling items from his inventory.
Whoooosh!
The first wave materialized—stacks upon stacks of lumber, appearing from thin air and landing with heavy thuds that shook the ground. Pre-cut beams, quality planks, and entire logs manifested in neat piles towering above the crowd.
But he was far from finished.
Shimmer-crack!
