Leon watched Amon's display and let out a long, weary sigh. Once again, Amon had ascended to a height Leon could only dream of reaching. Every time he thought he was close, every time he believed he'd finally caught up. Amon would surge ahead, widening the gap until Leon could no longer see the summit.
Even now, facing the full might of the Demon Cult, Amon showed not a trace of fear. No, it was the Demon Cult that trembled.
Despite their overwhelming power and countless resources, they found themselves powerless before a mere Knight who hadn't even reached twenty-five.
The sight stirred something bittersweet in Leon—a mixture of pride and helplessness.
Pride in his best friend and master's brilliance… and helplessness at how far beyond reach Amon had become.
But Leon's gaze wasn't fixed solely on Amon.
"Lord Agios?"
"Leon… That's Amon Solaris?"
"... Yeah?"
