(The Time Stilled World, Moltherak's Floating Island, Leo's POV)
*Exhale*
Leo let out a slow, deliberate breath as he stood once again at the edge of the floating island, the stilled ocean stretching endlessly before him, its unmoving surface reflecting a sky that never changed, while behind him stood Moltherak with his wings folded, the Dragon's ancient presence heavy enough that he could feel it without turning around.
"Remember this, boy," Moltherak said, as his voice carried calmly but without warmth, "I was able to save you last time only because I traced the exact path you took before you slipped into the void."
He paused for just long enough to let the words settle.
"I cannot guarantee that I will be able to repeat that feat again," Moltherak continued, as his tone hardened. "If you falter once more and find yourself drifting into the void again, the chances are high that you will die a brutal death this time."
