Returning to the Castle of Soul was like returning from a graveyard, carrying a grave.
The weight of losing Wu Ze and carrying her sword was a burden Leon had not yet fully adapted to.
The air around the castle was as dark as the night, but the skies outside were as clear as a sunny day.
"Why do I have this strange feeling?" Leon asked as he felt a sharp pain lance through his chest just as he placed his right leg on the pavement of the castle.
When Leon moved from the morning sun and moved to the front of the castle, the golden armor, which had blackened after leaving the Heart of Tartarus, increased its grip on Leon's skin.
The walls were chilled, as if they had lost the humans that gave them warmth. After a two-minute walk into the castle, Leon saw no one.
"Where are Liu Yan and An Lang?" Leon asked in a furious voice as he whirled around in the upper chamber, where he knew they would be no matter what.
