Leon leaned back slightly, letting the title hang in the air for a few heartbeats.
"Voidbreaker," he echoed. "That's a heavy crown."
Roselia looked toward him, concern flickering in her violet eyes. "Leon… if you take this on, there's no turning back. This isn't just a Tower challenge anymore. It's the fate of everything."
Milim, for once, was silent. Her usually energetic demeanor subdued as she crossed her arms. "Fighting those… things?" she muttered, eyes narrowing at the projection of the invaders beyond the veil. "Even I felt a chill looking at them."
Naval let out a low whistle. "Well, that's one hell of a promotion. From elite climber to cosmic firewall."
Roman didn't say much, but his hand was resting on his blade, knuckles white. He understood the gravity—maybe more than anyone here. As someone who'd been reborn in undeath, the concept of corruption and unnatural forces likely struck deep.
