The second urge bore no headache for Leon, a delightful novelty indeed. However, it birthed a sensation, an effect distinct from pain. It seemed as though he were being drawn elsewhere, akin to metal lured by a magnet, urging him to swiftly depart the branch.
Nevertheless, free will retained its influence to a degree. It wasn't an unyielding compulsion; should he opt to disregard the summons, it wouldn't lead to his demise. At least, that was the initial impression.
Instead, it seemed more akin to a compelling urge to heed the call for a purpose advantageous to him. Yet, the PTSD from prior experience, stemming from neglecting the system's greeting for the first time, vividly lingered in his memories.
This surreal urge tugged at Leon, drawing him toward the city gates. Even bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight, guards steadfastly kept watch over the gates, their duty paramount.
Being the sole figure outside, an inevitable exchange unfolded.
