Claudia braced against the wall, slowly pushing herself to her feet. She walked toward Leon, her sharp gaze flicking over his imposing figure before muttering with faint sarcasm,
"Don’t tell me you’re late because you were too busy putting on that armor."

Leon, clad in his black-gold battle armor, seemed unbothered. The moonlight danced off the sleek metallic surface, giving the armor a mesmerizing glow under the night sky.

"No, the delay was because the dragonhawk isn’t as fast as Rosvisser," he replied nonchalantly.

"Rosvisser?"

Claudia raised an eyebrow. She already knew Leon had bonded the dragonhawk as his summoned beast.

But in the midst of such a critical battle, why hadn’t he flown with Rosvisser instead of the slower beast?

"Where is she? Why didn’t she come with you?"