Departure Under Amethyst Skies
The meeting ended.
The ancient bronze bell outside Emerald Crest Division gave a slow, solemn toll as the gathered division masters dispersed one after another. Robes swept over old stone. Sleeves stirred the incense-thick air. Yet beneath the calm order, tension lingered like thunder hidden beyond distant clouds.
Out came Leon, his face holding something off-kilter once more after stepping beyond the gates of Emerald Crest Division.
A quiet tension pulled at his eyebrows, their arch slight but certain. Purple eyes lingered somewhere distant, tracing a path invisible to anyone else. Not quite searching - more like waiting for something half-remembered to surface on its own.
It was Maya who saw it begin. Frozen in place, she could not tell what Leon was talking about.
