Tyrant's Body, Hidden Blade
The gentle creak of the window faded away behind him as Leon climbed onto the sill, one hand barely touching the frame. The chill of early morning whipped across his skin, sharp and still. Below, the great palace garden stretched out in pale twilight, dew still glistening on the leaves.
And then, with no hesitation, Leon jumped from Sona's window.
Time hung suspended in that single moment.
While suspended midair, he whispered, "Shadow Cloak."
Darkness spread from his form like black ink spreading in water. Shadows curled and coiled, wrapping him in sinuous folds. It was not just camouflage—it was as if he'd become part of the darkness itself. His shape disintegrated, taken by the spell, until he was no longer of this world. Only the faintest gleam of smoke remained to indicate where he'd stood, before that too dissipated into nothingness.
