Leon heard Archon Vyrra's words and immediately stood from his ice throne, walking toward her elevated position with measured steps.
As he approached, she raised one hand and created a shimmering barrier around them both. It wasn't a physical obstruction—Leon could pass through it easily if he wanted—but he could feel its true purpose immediately through his spatial awareness.
Whatever we discuss here will not be heard by anyone else. A privacy ward.
The barrier hummed softly with concentrated mana, creating a sphere of isolation in the midst of the crowded arena filled with city folks.
The air inside felt heavier—subdued, like the weight of silence during a snowfall.
Leon asked directly, not wasting time on pleasantries. "What do you want to talk about?"
Archon Vyrra's expression shifted to something genuinely serious, her crimson eyes meeting his with unusual gravity. She took a breath before speaking.
"That thing is..."
She paused, then continued with careful deliberation.
