"State your name for the record."
The courthouse stretched before Leon, a stone cathedral built for judgment itself. Massive granite walls rose thirty feet overhead. Ancient laws were carved into every surface in scripts that predated modern civilisation. Names of legendary S-rank hunters decorated the walls in gold lettering—heroes whose power had shaped continents.
Natural light filtered through stained glass windows. Each panel depicted scenes from hunter history. The First Dimensional War. The Great Purge. The Continental Accords. Light cast colored shadows across carved inscriptions that spoke of absolute authority.
Leon walked forward. Manna-dampening cuffs circled his wrists like metal shackles. Each step echoed against stone that had witnessed three centuries of trials. His movement felt restricted but his spine stayed straight.
