Leon arrived at the glass field.
The crystalline ground stretched in every direction, flat and empty, catching the dimensional world's ambient light and scattering it in the particular way that had become familiar over the months of training here. Nobody else came to this location. He'd chosen it originally for exactly that reason and kept returning for the same one.
He didn't take out the mythical armor yet.
One thing at a time, he thought, settling into the open space. Armor after training. Instance dungeon placement after that, close to the tower where it makes sense.
