After the events at the courtyard, no one in the surrounding area dared come close to it. Not the hoodlums from the slums, not even their landlord.
Even the bird cage gang members stayed clear of the area for obvious reasons.
The courtyard had gone quiet in a way that felt deliberate. Like the city itself had decided to give it a wide berth.
In that time, Leon stabilized his foundations, and got used to using his magic with utmost efficiency. The control came naturally enough. The flow of it, the weight of it, the way it moved through him when he called on it. He had been running it through his body in small cycles, testing the limits, finding where the resistance sat and pushing just past it without breaking anything.
It was good work. Necessary work.
But it soon became obvious that he lacked something.
Transcendent magic spells.
