Leon remembered the Governor's words like they had been branded into his skull. One year. That was all the time the world had left before destruction descended. He had answered without hesitation, saying he could handle it by then. At that moment, confidence burned hot in his chest. A year wasn't short, not for him. Maybe for those fossils who had lived two centuries, time slipped through their fingers like sand. But Leon was only nineteen, if you didn't count the years of his first life. A year felt more than enough.
At least, that's what he told himself.
When the fire of his pride cooled, Leon knew better. If one wanted to be realistic, he needed more time. The question gnawed at him, did he have it? The only way to know was to check the trial timer.
