Leon floated above the now desolate crater, surveying the devastation with a measured gaze. The once lush forest now lay in ruins beneath him, a barren expanse of blackened and charred earth.
Ash swirled in the air, mingling with the faint smell of burnt wood and singed earth. The silence was almost oppressive, starkly contrasting to the roaring flames that had engulfed the area moments before.
"Fortunately, it was only a minor ruin," he remarked with a hint of relief, his voice carrying a note of weariness. "Otherwise, this would have been far more troublesome."
As Leon prepared to depart, something caught his eye amidst the ruins—a glimmer of light against the charred landscape. Intrigued, he descended to investigate. Amid the wreckage, he found a long red rope partially buried beneath the debris. The rope seemed to pulsate with an inner light, its color starkly contrasting the surrounding devastation.
