He was a thief.
And this was the same.
Because controlling the stone wasn't about magic. It was about pressure, distance, timing, and accuracy. It was about playing with danger—like he always did.
He didn't learn it today.
He just adapted it.
After all... Leo had spent his whole life mastering the art of stealing.
And stealing needed the same things ruin stones demanded:
Timing... Precision.... Control.
And the only thing he needed to master now—was pressure.
And he even did that by himself!
Valra sighed softly, a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief slipping from her lips. "I cannot believe you're actually this good at it… Arrh!" she groaned, clutching her head as if in defeat.
But after a short pause, she smiled faintly, looking at him with a glint of mischief and admiration in her eyes. "You really are something… you know that?"
