“No action from Azul?” Maraño asked as he looked at Leon, who sat quietly, staring into the distance.
“Leon,” he called again, more firmly this time.
“I’m sorry…” Leon finally said, snapping out of his thoughts. His voice was low and tired.
He had been thinking too much—too long.
What if he had done something different?
What if he had stepped in sooner?
What if he had given Esther a chance… would she still be alive?
The questions played again and again in his mind like a cruel song he couldn’t stop.
He didn’t have the answers. All he had now was guilt… and the growing fire in his chest to find whoever caused her death—and make them pay.
“Leon, tell Celestia you can all start your journey,” Maraño said, his tone calm but firm.
Leon looked at him.
“What about Azul?” he asked, wor
