As the radiant knowledge surged into Leon's mind, it felt like the very fabric of his soul was being rewritten—rewoven by truths far beyond mortal comprehension.
Each strand of information lit up his neurons with revelation after revelation, until his head felt like it would split open from the pressure.
And then—
Evaporation.
Like mist vanishing under a rising sun, the bulk of the knowledge began to fade. Not by force, but by necessity. His mortal mind couldn't contain all of it. If it tried, it would break.
But the important pieces stayed—
Etched into his being like scripture on stone.
The stream of knowledge slowed… then ceased.
Leon took his hand off the glass sun, fingers trembling slightly as the lingering warmth pulsed against his palm. He stared at it with wide, thoughtful eyes—his voice low and bitter with clarity.
"I've really been wasting my talent all this while…"
