Leon walked through the dead forest, each step crunching on dry, lifeless dirt. Not a single bird cry. Not a breeze. Not even an insect. Just empty silence stretching endlessly between the skeletal trees.
'This trial… I don't understand it. What is my goal? What am I supposed—'
*Break*
A sharp snap echoed behind him—the clean sound of a stick cracking under weight.
Leon turned around immediately with a neutral expression on his face.
There he was again.
The same Snow Elf child, following him at a careful distance, half-hidden behind a tree trunk.
'What the hell is his problem? Why is he following me now ? Is he planning to kill me with a stick again ?' Leon thought and started walking toward the kid with an annoyed expression.
The moment the child saw Leon approaching, he panicked, spun around, and began walking away—like some awkward attempt at pretending he wasn't tailing him.
"Stop." Leon's voice cut through the forest.
