Leon placed the journal back into his inventory and stood up, his gaze hardening as he looked down at the white expanse below.
"Master... are you going back in?" Dusk asked, his voice laced with confusion.
"Yes... I need to find something," Leon replied with a neutral expression.
He then took in a massive, lung-expanding breath, centered his mind, and leaped back into the white abyss.
"HUP..."
...
*THUD*
The moment his boots hit the stone floor inside the room, his body reacted. The familiar, prickling sensation of his passive skill took over his eyes.
His pupils elongated into vertical slits, the golden irises flaring as his vision pierced through the heavy white shroud. The room, previously a wall of static white, began to reveal its skeletal structure once more.
"Well, would you look at that? Who's back... Oh, it's that human whose words hold no value," the mist's voice drifted through the air, vibrating with a mocking edge.
