Quiet Judgment Beneath a Burning Horizon
After understanding everything, Leon nodded and didn't make things difficult for them.
The gesture was small—barely a movement—but to the Lavahound family members standing before him, it felt like a blade that had been hovering over their necks had suddenly withdrawn.
No pressure followed.
No cold killing intent.
Just… calm.
A calm so natural that it made their earlier fear feel almost foolish.
Leon stood there, his expression indifferent, his purple eyes reflecting nothing but quiet thought. The wind brushed against his midnight robes, lifting the amethyst threads into faint ripples of light.
Although they had offended Leon before, to the current Leon, the Lavahound family was nothing more than dust beneath his feet—something that could be swept away with a flick of a finger.
He did not take it to heart.
Nor did he have the patience to care.
