Storm Wings Over the Forsaken Domain
On this day, Leon left Amethyst Summit Division and headed to the Emerald Crest Division to hold a meeting.
Morning clouds drifted low over the Academy Premises, brushing the mountain ridges like pale silk. A wind moved through old pine forests, carrying with it a strange restlessness, as if the world itself had sensed something ominous before men gave it words.
Leon's midnight robes stirred lightly as he walked the stone path alone.
His pace was calm.
Unhurried.
Yet beneath those composed purple eyes, thought moved quietly.
The unease he had felt for days had not faded.
If anything… it had sharpened.
By the time he arrived at Emerald Crest Division, several peak masters had already gathered.
The great hall, usually grand and solemn, felt unusually heavy.
Even the incense burning in bronze vessels seemed unable to soften the tension.
No one spoke loudly.
No one smiled.
Something had happened.
And everyone felt it.
