Even after multiple hours had passed in silence, nothing came, leaving Leonidas strangely disappointed.
He had anticipated a grand battle to occur, one that would shake the world and make big explosions, but alas, there was nothing.
With each passing hour, Leonidas became more and more exhausted, his mind weighing down as if being pressed by an invisible hand. The exhaustion was taking a toll on him, not only mentally but also physically.
Dark circles marred his face, a slight droopy shape underneath his eyes. His eyes themselves were glassy and distant, as if looking at the world from an entirely different view.
It felt like he had aged a thousand years in the span of a couple of hours, which was annoying to say the least.
What in god's good name is going on?
Sighing, Leonidas stood, the feeling of something being wrong still clinging to him. It hadn't gone away, not even for a single second, so he had mostly gotten used to his mind buzzing.
