Wait at the Door.
The Grand Palace of Moonstone towered before us—grand, gigantic, and ageless. Its spires reached up into the bright morning sky, bathed in gauzy sunlight, as thousands of flags in royal blue and silver waved triumphantly along its parapets. The white marble walls shone, each stone a mute witness to centuries of dominion.
Leon remained at the entrance, his golden eyes tracing the receding outline of Captain Arin as the commander's figure dissolved into the far-off horizon. He let a slow, steady breath escape. Now, he was alone—standing before the very center of Moonstone's power.
Walking towards the palace gates, Leon went forward with subtle confidence and assurance. The old Leon had walked in these corridors earlier; pieces of memory awakened within him as he walked past each stone, leading him to the entrance.
