Meanwhile, tens of meters away from where Athena and Liliana conversed, Leon stood with his eyes closed and his arms folded across his chest.
"Hah~" Leon sighed deeply as he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shifting towards the two shining moons in the sky—Sylvia and Miranda—still perfectly aligned.
Tonight had proven to be both exhausting and pivotal for him. The convergence of events—Transcendent Night, the restoration of his powers, his encounter with Miranda, and more—all unfolded in rapid succession, catching him entirely by surprise and leaving him fatigued.
"Tomorrow marks the beginning of the war…" Leon muttered with a hint of indifference on his face.
Having regained his strength, he would naturally partake in the war but not align with the Holy Empire of Elysium's side; instead, he would stand with Liliana's Demon troops.
After all, the key to halting the 7,000-year war lay in ceasing one of the factions, be it humanity or the Demon race.