After the tense confrontation with the Fleur Empire envoys, the Mondell estate falls into a quiet unease. Leon and Atlas retreat to a private corner of the gardens, seeking solace in each other's presence. Atlas rests his forehead against Leon's, his eyes closed as he breathes in deeply, grounding himself in Leon's calm energy.
"Are you all right?" Leon's voice is soft, his hand gently brushing Atlas's cheek.
Atlas nods slowly. "I knew this would happen eventually, but I never expected it to be so… invasive." He pauses, his voice barely a whisper. "They will come back, Leon. They'll keep trying to pull me back into their world."
Leon's hand tightens around Atlas's, his expression unwavering. "Then we'll face them together. No one's taking you away—not while I'm here."
Moved by Leon's determination, Atlas pulls him into a gentle embrace, a rare smile on his face. The moment lingers as they find comfort in each other's strength. The future may hold challenges, but here, in this quiet night, they allow themselves a fleeting sense of peace.