Dura's Dilemma
Leon stood in the center of the grand central hall of the temple at the center of Fort White. At the moment, the large statue that depicted Michael's form was no longer present, as well as the majority of the Divine Energy that had permeated through the Temple. The Fate God had withdrawn his influence from Fort White entirely.
"It's almost a blank slate. But a perfectly sculpted one, just so that I can bend it to my desires." Leon thought to himself as wisps of black light floated around his body. These wisps of light were actually manifestations of his newfound Divine Power. Slowly but surely, it was beginning to seep into the foundations of Fort White, filling up the empty void that had been left behind when Michael vacated the premises.