Leon saw a portal appear in front of him the moment he pulsed out with Aether, and the next moment, it was swallowing him whole.
He didn't get a second to react, and he was already in another room, with an old man before him, who held a staff in his hands.
The staff shone blue, and a rope made of water snapped toward Leon.
It was too quick for him to react but harmless enough that he didn't feel the need to.
But the moment it touched him, he ended up wrapped up tightly in a strong layer of ice. He couldn't move a muscle, and breathing was difficult.
Leon glared at the old man, wondering what this was about.
"Before you start cursing me out, young lion, know that I am doing this for your good. You did something stupid, and I'm concealing you from prying eyes."
Leon kept his eyes locked on him, ready to engulf himself in flames to break free if he sensed even an ounce of threat from him.
