Tiny fiery sparks flew ahead. A man wearing a long grey robe stood there, grinning. On his head, he wore a torn crown that was tight on his skull.
"Dad!" Leon screamed heavily as he saw the blue eyes of the man.
He dashed forward, ready to hug the person. But the further he moved, the more the distance between them stretched.
"Wait for me, Dad!" Leon stretched his right arm. He managed to grab the flowing tip of the robe the person wore.
But in a flash, it turned into smoke.
As the motes flew in the air, the smoke fogging the side cleared as the man swung his robe. A sharp light pierced Leon's chest the moment the man shifted his gaze to him.
"It's time you've got to push harder."
That was the only word the man stated, then vanished.
Before he completely turned invisible, Leon caught a glimpse of the red cloth wrapped around the handle of the gold sword at the man's back.
