"H-Holy Power!?" Luna couldn't believe her eyes. Holy power, a force only heroes were supposed to wield, had suddenly appeared, causing her heart to race.
Aside from herself and Valen, no one else should be capable of wielding holy power—except for one: Leon, the person she cared for and loved most.
Without realizing it, Luna's breath caught, and a wave of overwhelming happiness spread across her face.
Beside her, Valen wore an equally stunned expression, his grip on the Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon tightening ever so slightly.
"Is that Leon? But how is that possible? Isn't he already dead?" Valen wondered inwardly, his face twisted with confusion and turmoil.
If Leon was truly alive, Valen didn't know whether to feel anger or relief. He despised Leon for constantly overshadowing and surpassing him in every way. Yet, at the same time, he saw Leon as the rival he needed to surpass.
