Heavy winds howled through the forest, carrying thick sheets of snow that fell from the sky in a relentless downpour. Yet Leon moved effortlessly through the blizzard, his body adapting to the environment with the help of his skill, Adaptive Body.
*Swish–Swish–Swish*
A cigar hung from the corner of his lips, the glowing ember pulsing faintly as he took slow, deliberate puffs. The smoke curled around his face, only to be stolen by the roaring wind.
*Puff*
*Phsssss*
*Clip-Clop–Clip-Clop*
The sudden sound of hooves echoed through the snowy silence, cutting through the howling winds. Leon turned his head sharply, his eyes narrowing as a massive carriage rolled through the storm behind him. It was unlike anything a commoner would ever see—large and majestic, with ornate golden lamps hanging from every corner and a proud lion-head sigil embossed on its sides.
