Under the Night's Breath
The courtyard was nothing but wreckage when Leon landed.
The air split open around him as his boots hit the cracked stone, a burst of mana flaring from the impact like a silent explosion. Dust rippled outward in a violent ring, scattering broken spears, burned banners, and shards of shattered marble. The moonlight caught the haze, turning it silver and ghostlike.
Then came the sound—
**Boom. Boom. Boom.**
A deep, sickening rhythm, like a hammer pounding through the earth itself.
Leon straightened slowly, the vibration crawling up through his legs. The ground trembled beneath his feet again, each impact heavier than the last.
He took a breath, slow and deliberate, his golden eyes narrowing as he scanned the chaos ahead. The sound wasn't random. It had a pattern. Rage had rhythm, and this—this was someone's fury made physical.
Another strike. The earth jumped.
Dust fell like rain.
