Roman was the first to break the silence.
"You didn't just beat it... you rewrote it. That wasn't a fight. That was a reckoning."
Leon didn't respond right away. He stared at the Dreamer's Seal still glowing faintly in his hand. It pulsed with a strange warmth—one that felt like both a blessing and a curse.
"Vaer'Zhul wasn't trying to kill me," Leon murmured. "It wanted me to break myself. Make me question everything I've climbed toward."
Liliana knelt nearby, her voice soft. "It almost succeeded."
Millim, her usual energy tempered by the gravity of what they'd just witnessed, nodded solemnly. "But it didn't."
Leon finally looked up, eyes clearer now, though still strained. "The further we go… the less this is about fighting others. It's about fighting who I used to be. Who I could've been."
He turned to the Dreamer's Seal and pressed it to his chest.
A pulse.
[You have internalized: Fragmented Lucidity.]
