"Daddy?"
A soft, concerned voice echoed in Leon's ears.
"Hmm?" Leon snapped out of his reverie, his breathing slightly uneven.
Glancing to his left and right, he saw Stella and Charlotte watching him with worried expressions.
"Charlotte... Stella..." His voice was hoarse as he called their names.
His face still pale, he scanned his surroundings and realized he was still in the garden where he had been moments ago.
"What... just happened?" He muttered, covering half of his face with his palm.
A sharp pain stabbed his chest, while cold sweat trickled down his neck and back, soaking his clothes.
Images flashed through his mind—an endless sea of corpses, Liliana and Athena's deaths, the appearance of the Evil God, Fiona's lifeless body, strange winged figures in the sky, and a majestic voice that shook his very soul.
Everything felt so real. Was it just an illusion… or something else?
Seeing Leon's strange behavior, Charlotte and Stella exchanged uneasy glances.
