Leon's mind raced through possibilities. He was desperately curious about what had happened here, about the connection between the statues and the abyssal corruption, about this woman who could evade his spatial awareness and who recognized his power without testing it. The palace was a mystery wrapped in danger, a puzzle that part of him wanted to solve.
But the more substantial part—the pragmatic survivor who had brought him this far—recognized the wisdom in withdrawal. He was surrounded by hundreds of statues that reeked of abyssal corruption, any or all of which might be activated under the right circumstances. The woman before them was an unknown entity – powerful enough to hide from his senses, confident enough to dismiss them despite recognizing his strength. And most importantly, this wasn't why he had come here.
