Leon sat cross legged as he immersed himself in his routine meditation session. Wisps of black and white energy floated around him, sinking into his skin before floating back out, sometimes coming back with more energy, and sometimes with less. The atmosphere around him was charged with energy and not many people dared to come close.
It had been a couple of days since the siege on Black Iron Fort. The army that Leon led had hopped to a couple of other Elven bases and demolished them, but none of them were as powerful as Black Iron Fort.
Also, the effects of the capturing of Councilman Russo had begun to show already. The Elves were in a panic. A Councilman had been captured in the first week of the war. If this was not a blatant blow to the pride of the Elven defenders, then what could be?
