Night-time
"Hah, in the end, none of these books contain any information about the poison coursing through my body," Leon muttered, closing the final book with a small sigh.
His gaze shifted to the stack of books on the table to his right, all of which he had already finished reading.
Regrettably, despite having finished all the books, they yielded absolutely nothing, leaving him feeling increasingly frustrated and annoyed.
"It seems I'll need to enlist Lyra's help once more to gather the remaining poison books from the library, though I'm uncertain if any remain," Leon whispered, laying his head down on the table in a daze.
Every passing second held immense value, and he knew he had to swiftly replenish his strength at any cost.
Furthermore, with the imminent outbreak of war looming, his hunch told him that something big awaited him.
