(Lewis Hamilton Arena, Warm-up Room, Post-Match)
A doctor quietly tended to Leo's injuries while, somewhere above, the grand ceremony to crown the next Dragon unfolded beneath blinding lights and roaring applause.
Inside the warm-up room, however, there was only silence.
Neither Leo nor Dumpy uttered a word.
Despite accomplishing everything he had set out to do—delivering a jaw-dropping performance and achieving a monumental breakthrough—Leo found himself adrift in quiet confusion.
Soron's final decree had left him with far more questions than answers.
On one hand, he couldn't deny the value of what lay ahead. The Cult's secret techniques, as Charles once said, were peerless when mastered as a complete set. Learning them would undoubtedly elevate his power to unmatched heights.
But on the other hand, he could not ignore the weight of the title Soron had unofficially placed upon him.
The Shadow Dragon.
