"...." Leo's eyes trembled.
He bit down hard on his lip, so hard it almost drew blood. His fingers clenched around the paper as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to hide the wetness forming there. Then, without saying a word, he folded the letter with care, slipped it into his pocket, and walked out of the room.
He didn't look back.
The figure silently watched him go. Its gaze lingered on the empty space Leo left behind. A soft, inaudible sigh escaped before its form flickered and dissolved into a drifting mist, disappearing without a trace.
Leo entered his room slowly, a pained expression carved deep into his face. His steps were heavy. He grabbed a glass of water and took a long, shaky breath as he leaned against the table.
He stared at the surface, his reflection trembling in the water.
He should have rested. He should have laid down and cleared his mind.
But instead—
He sat down.
And began planning.
A plan to save Ophis.
