Once Charles had shattered Leo's illusions, he led him to a private office tucked away from the bustle of the base, as there were matters of significance regarding Leo's future that required a quieter setting, details that couldn't be shared in the open.
"Boy… how do you feel about being named the Shadow Dragon?" Charles asked once the door was shut behind them, as Leo immediately let out a deep, resigned sigh.
"To be fair, I never really wanted the responsibility," he admitted, his voice calm yet honest, "but I don't mind learning the Cult's secret techniques. I mean, you were the one who said they're the best in the universe, right?"
Charles gave a slow nod in agreement, his expression unreadable.
"They are. The techniques you'll inherit are unrivaled, refined over several millennia and capable of cementing your foundation as one of the greatest warriors alive. But don't get cocky just yet… learning them won't be nearly as easy as you think."
