Leon gently shook his head and turned to Athena, who remained seated in quiet meditation.
There was no surge of aura or burst of energy from her, yet Leon could sense a powerful force within Athena, quietly stirring—on the verge of awakening.
"It might take a while for Athena to wake up," he whispered softly, taking a slow step forward.
He sat cross-legged beside her, glanced around, and noticed that the place showed no signs of destruction.
That meant his assumption—that Altair's disappearance would affect this dimension—had been completely wrong.
"In that case, I should use this time to absorb the power Altair gave me," he muttered, clenching his fists.
There was a strange energy inside him, but it didn't feel dangerous. On the contrary, it was warm and comforting, like being embraced by something soft and gentle.
He was certain it was Altair's power—and he needed to assimilate it as soon as possible.
