(Planet Ixtal, Outside Soron's Castle, Leo's POV)
The trek through the Lost Forest toward Soron's castle weighed heavier on Leo's body than any battlefield march he had ever endured, for this was no warfront or arena, but the threshold of the God who reigned above mortals and monarchs alike.
"Do not speak of what you see inside…"
"I mean it, boy. Don't talk about it to another soul, not even your mother."
Charles warned, as Leo nodded slowly, the seriousness in the Commander's tone sinking deep into his chest.
He understood what Charles wanted to convey... Secrets of the divine were never meant for careless tongues.
*Shift*
*Shift*
For all his bravado in the face of Council Elders and Monarchs, Leo found himself feeling unusually restless at the prospect of meeting Soron, as he could hardly stand still.
Shifting from foot to foot, he seemed more like a restless toddler than a calm warrior, yet Charles said nothing about his impatience.
