Leon teleported to an empty glass field.
The landscape was strange in a specific way; certain parts of his dimensional world were strange — flat, crystalline ground that caught the ambient light and scattered it in directions that didn't quite follow normal physics, stretching in every direction without feature or interruption.
Nobody came here. He'd chosen it precisely for that reason.
He had found this reason through his clone, which had decided to travel far ahead of the grassy region, and he had found this.
He needed space, and he needed privacy, and he needed nobody to accidentally walk into whatever he was about to do.
He wasn't going to Seraphine or the others. They were training, and he wasn't going to be the reason they stopped. The treasure distribution was already handled — he'd confirmed it through the shared awareness with his clone without needing to send a message or open a portal. Same mind, same information, no communication required.
