Nighttime
Inside his room, Leon sipped coffee, calmly observing the beautiful starry night sky through his open window.
However, beneath this serene exterior, his mind was consumed by the events of the morning.
"The hall of glory, the kneeling statues of the Demon Emperors, the big altar, a mysterious black sword resembling the Holy Sword of Zenith, and the enigmatic white-haired middle-aged man with a blindfold... Was it all just a dream?" Leon wondered as he gazed up at the starry night sky.
Honestly, Leon couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't a dream at all; everything felt too vivid, too real.
Moreover, in a world brimming with fantastical elements like magic, experiencing something akin to this morning seemed entirely plausible, didn't it?
Taking another sip of his coffee, Leon sought to clear his muddled and confused mind.
