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Chapter 466: Finding Peace—3
"Everyone needs to gather in one place," Leon said, glancing at Archon Vyra beside him. "Get them together as quickly as you can."
Archon Vyra nodded once, sharp and immediate, already reading the urgency in his tone. No questions. She turned and moved with the decisive speed of someone who had been issuing commands for centuries, disappearing into the distance toward where the Pyrans had scattered across the aftermath of the battle.
Leon stepped out of the World Fragment’s portal and let it close behind him.
The first thing his eyes found was the horizon.
The crack in the realm’s atmosphere had grown. Even in the short time since he’d left—which from the outside world’s perspective had been barely minutes, the time dilation compressing what felt like longer into a thin slice—the fracture lines had propagated further outward from the epicenter. The crumbling edge of reality was visible even at this distance, a wrongness in the air that his spatial awareness read as accelerating rather than stable.
Good that we didn’t delay.
He moved away from the portal’s location with purpose, putting distance between their exit point and the encroaching destruction. The portal opened into the same area of the realm where they’d left it, and the crack hadn’t reached that location yet—barely, and only because of the time dilation working in their favor. A few more minutes, and this would have been considerably more complicated.
His spatial awareness extended across the battlefield as he moved, reading the landscape of survivors and aftermath.
He found Seraphine.
She was already looking in his direction.
That was the thing that registered first—she was still some distance away, well outside the range where she should have been able to pinpoint him specifically, yet her gaze was oriented precisely toward where he was coming from. The portal exit was the direction he and Archon Vyra had emerged from together.
She’d seen it.
Of course she did.
They moved toward each other across the scorched ground, closing the distance between them at a pace that was neither hurried nor casual. When they met, Leon looked at her eyes first, the way he always did—reading the actual state underneath whatever expression she was presenting.
She was happy to see him. That was real and immediate and clear.
But something was sitting underneath it that wasn’t quite right. A reserve that wasn’t her normal battlefield composure. Seraphine was never shy in any context he’d encountered, and a battlefield certainly wouldn’t have produced it—she’d approached him in far more intense circumstances without hesitation. She would at minimum have gone for a hug, and the absence of that was a small but precise signal.
Something’s bothering her.
He didn’t push on it directly. He filed it as information and reached out to pat her head—a gesture he knew landed exactly the way he intended it to, which was one of the quiet facts about Seraphine that he’d accumulated without either of them ever discussing it formally.
"Good news," he said, watching her face. "We’re going back to our world soon." He kept his hand where it was and continued without pausing. "The Pyrans are joining. They’ll be coming with us into the World Fragment."
He watched the effect move through her.
Whatever had been sitting in the reserve underneath her expression didn’t disappear exactly, but it became secondary—pushed aside by the warmth that his hand and his words produced together, operating on a part of her that didn’t run its responses through the same channel as the thing that had been bothering her. Her posture shifted. The slight tension in her shoulders dissolved.
Like snow in direct sunlight, he thought. Whatever it was, it’s still there. But not right now.
She melted into the pat with the particular quality she had that made it look effortless even when he knew it wasn’t—that specific softness that was only available to him, that she’d never quite managed to make available to anyone else in the time he’d known her.
All her previous annoyance, whatever shape it had been taking, evaporated as it had never been anything solid to begin with.
The moment lasted exactly as long as it was allowed to.
"LEOOOOON!"
The voice hit before the figure did—cheerful and completely unrestrained, carrying across the remaining distance with zero regard for the battlefield context or the people around them or any consideration whatsoever beyond the fact that Leon was there and she had been waiting.
He caught her.
The impact of Ira hitting his arms at full speed would have done serious damage to a normal Ascendant rank fighter—her velocity and the force behind it weren’t calibrated for gentle greetings. For Leon, it registered as exactly what it was: light as a feather, warm, and entirely welcome. His arms closed around her automatically as she wrapped hers around his neck, her face pressing into his chest with the immediate comfort of someone who had been waiting to do exactly this and was now doing it without any further delay.
"I missed you so much," she said into his chest, slightly muffled. Then she was talking without stopping, the words coming out in a continuous stream that had the quality of something that had been building pressure and was now releasing. "I was so sad when I saw your clone get destroyed before—I didn’t even know if it was your clone or not, I was so scared—"
Her body trembled slightly in his arms.
Leon’s hand moved to her back. Slow, steady strokes, the kind that communicated more than words could in that particular moment.
"It was the clone," he said quietly, close enough that it was for her rather than anyone else. "I’m here. Everything is fine. I’m here now."
She stayed with that for a moment, her breathing evening out, the trembling settling.
Then she was cheerful again. The transition was characteristically rapid—Ira didn’t linger in emotional weight the way some people did, she moved through it and came out the other side still herself. Leon continued the slow movement on her back as she shifted into the next phase, which was talking once again, as if she wanted to pour everything out for him.