(Leo's POV, aboard the Cult Patrol Ship)
Leo followed silently as two cloaked attendants led him through the metallic corridors of the patrol ship, their boots tapping softly against the spotless floor.
Every turn they took revealed another hallway lined with curious eyes, all of them pausing in their duties to glance at him from behind terminals and bulkheads.
Some pretended to be working, only to glance sideways the moment he passed. Others stared openly, unabashed in their awe.
Wherever he passed, conversations halted mid-sentence. A few whispered behind their hands, and one woman even giggled openly before quickly silencing herself, cheeks flushed as her eyes met Leo's briefly.
He felt like a creature being paraded through a glass cage.
A creature who was not feared but rather worshipped.
The attention made his shoulders tighten slightly, as although he did not enjoy such reverence even slightly, he somehow managed to keep his expression neutral.
