This had been the longest day Leon had ever endured. Another world, another sky, yet time itself seemed stretched thin here. The hours refused to end, but he didn't complain—not when the length of the day was a gift. By the time night brushed the edges of the horizon, the excitement from Leon's discovery was still high. The fact that he could accumulate ten thousand attack points not once, not twice, but thirty full times in a single day was hard to swallow. After all, that was three hundred thousand points in a single day.
But there was a problem.
Each cycle capped at ten thousand points. Leon never let a single stack roll over. He burned through them before the next cycle began, riding the line all the way to the thirtieth round. It was efficient, yes, but confining. His power was locked in a cycle, like a tide that refused to rise higher than its mark.
