(Planet Ixtal, Soron's Castle)
Leo approached Soron's castle with measured, restrained steps, his pace slower than it needed to be as his gaze lingered on the ancient wooden doors looming before him, their surface darkened by age and weather, as he found himself wondering whether he should knock and wait like a guest seeking permission, or simply push them open and step inside as he felt was appropriate for the vice sect master of the Cult.
'Hmm… what should I do?'
He wondered, as for a brief moment, he stopped to consider both options.
'As the Cult's number 2 man, I shouldn't need to wait to see the Sect Master, however, if there's anyone in this universe who deserves my genuine reverence and respect, it's Soron.
So out of respect for his seniority, I should probably wait…'
Leo thought, as after a few seconds of quiet deliberation, he exhaled softly and chose restraint, as he lifted his fist with the intention of knocking rather than forcing his way through—
