Leon observed the eager crowd, their anticipation almost palpable in the air. Every face was turned toward him, waiting for the answer that would determine their fate.
"I will return soon," Leon announced, his divine voice cutting through their fervent whispers. "Within a few months. No more than three."
A wave of mixed reactions swept through the crowd.
"Three months?" someone groaned.
"So long to wait!"
Many of the younger fighters, including Rudy, clenched their fists in frustration and desire to go inside the dungeon and prove themselves.
They were boiling with the urge to enter immediately—their bodies practically vibrating with barely contained energy. Three months feels like an eternity, Rudy thought, his newly restored confidence making him impatient. I want to go now, to prove myself, to gain power!
