Leon followed carefully as the two women entered a large dwelling constructed in the distinctive Pyrrhan architectural style—all carved stone and fire-resistant materials.

Leon entered silently immediately after them through the main entrance.

"Oh—"

CATCH! GRIP!

Leon casually caught the giant warhammer aimed directly at his head with just one hand, stopping its momentum completely.

"Easy there. I'm not here to hurt anyone."

He spoke calmly while looking directly at the tall, muscular, red-haired woman with intense crimson eyes—the hammer wielder he'd seen reporting to Archon Vyrra earlier. Behind her stood the smaller woman he'd personally fought and defeated in the arena, gripping her massive greatsword defensively.

She's terrified.

Her eyes showed profound fear despite her weapon blazing with intensely condensed fire energy, flames wreathing the blade.

CRACKLE! BURN! GLOW!

The hammer woman's voice came out sharp and aggressive:

"Why are you following us?! What do you want?!"

Leon answered while his attention remained focused on the massive creature lying in the middle of the room's floor—covered comprehensively in bloody bandages from head to toe, barely breathing.

WHEEZE... GRUNT... RASP...

It's dying. Maybe a couple of hours left at most, based on the blood loss and breathing pattern.

The creature's labored grunts and heavy, rattling breathing were ever-present, filling the tense silence.

There was one additional person present—someone who appeared to be some sort of medic or healer based on their blood-stained robes and the medical supplies scattered around. This person immediately fled in panic to a different room upon seeing him enter and how it quickly escalated.

Not my concern.

Leon had absolutely no time to provide lengthy explanations or engage in extended conversation. He wanted to return quickly and continue training in his dimensional realm.

I'm still not even close to achieving Level 1 Holy Aura manifestation. Need more practice. Much more.

He nonchalantly waved dismissively at the hammer with his free hand—

WHOOSH! FLING!

—which resulted in the weapon being torn from her grip and clattering loudly against the far wall.

CLANG! CRASH!

Before either woman could properly react, Leon arrived directly in front of the dying creature in a blinking instant.

FWOOSH!

Neither warrior was able to fully track his movement due to his overwhelming speed advantage.

The smaller woman with the greatsword shrieked in absolute terror, tears immediately visible streaming down her face as she witnessed him disappear and reappear:

"PLEASE DON'T KILL MY ZILO!!!"

It was a desperate, heart-wrenching plea born from complete helplessness.

They think I'm here to finish it off. Understandable assumption, seeing how terrified she is.

Leon didn't bother switching back to regular mana for this task. He simply used his Holy energy directly as he'd been practicing extensively—and also pragmatically because both women behind him might attack reflexively if they saw an opening, potentially forcing him to hurt them accidentally.

Safer this way. Faster too.

He channeled pure Holy energy directly into the dying creature's broken body, just as he'd done countless times during his recent dimensional realm training sessions with himself as the test subject.

SHIMMER! GLOW! FLOW!

Healing was critically important for sustained combat capability. Holy energy wasn't quite as specialized as pure Life elemental energy for medical applications, true.

Life elements can regrow entire severed limbs and organs. Holy can't replicate that feat.

The fundamental limitation was that Holy energy couldn't perform miraculous regeneration of completely lost body parts like Life element could.

But it's extremely fast for everything else. And that speed matters.

However, for reattaching damaged limbs, closing wounds, purifying toxins, and accelerating natural healing processes? Holy energy was nearly equal to Life element in effectiveness, just with different applications.

Fast battlefield healing. That's the advantage.

The massive creature began glowing brilliantly, enveloped completely in golden-white divine energy, while barely conscious.

GLOW! SHIMMER! PULSE!

Its wounds started healing at supernatural speed, flesh knitting and bones setting audibly behind his bandaged body.

CRACK! HEAL! RESTORE!

Leon immediately departed through the roof, his momentum creating a massive flash and leaving a perfectly circular hole in the stone structure.

CRASH! BOOM! WHOOOOSH!

Done. It'll live now and even regrow that severed claw eventually.

Leon was gone, vanishing into the red sky.

The two women rushed frantically to stand beside their companion. The smaller warrior looked absolutely terrified, seeing her beloved beast still glowing with that strange, unknown energy.

Tears streamed freely down her face as she muttered desperately:

"What did he do?! Ahhhh, no! Please be okay!"

The hammer-wielding woman wanted desperately to pursue that outsider, glaring at the sky with seething anger burning in her chest.

I'll make him pay for this intrusion! For threatening—

But she felt her complete powerlessness acutely, knowing pursuit would be utterly futile.

I can't catch him. Can't fight him. Can't do anything.

Her friend's desperate crying felt like repeated stabs directly into her heart.

She opened her mouth to swear revenge, to make some kind of oath—

I'll tear the sky apart if I have to.

But suddenly, completely unexpected laughter was heard, cutting through the tension.

It was her friend's voice—but joyful rather than anguished.

She looked down in shock:

"Zilo! You opened your eyes!! Your wounds are—they're closing!"

The companion creature made happy bird-like noises, responding affectionately to its bonded partner.

CHIRP! SCREECH! PURR!

The woman with the hammer noticed the miraculous transformation occurring before her eyes.

What... what just happened? Did he... heal Zilo? But why?

Leon arrived back at the arena within minutes, landing smoothly.

He returned directly to where he'd been sitting before. Ira remained comfortably seated on the ice throne he'd created for her earlier.

Good. She waited.

Of course, the frozen seat hadn't melted despite the oppressive heat and hours of exposure—Leon had infused it with his condensed Aura specifically to maintain structural integrity.

It wouldn't be very impressive if my ice throne just melted into a puddle, would it?

He took his seat beside her casually.

Ira asked with genuine curiosity:

"What did you need to do? You weren't even gone five minutes."

Leon simply waved his hand dismissively:

"Nothing particularly special. Just something minor I needed to handle."

Ira accepted this vague explanation and stopped questioning, assuming it genuinely wasn't important.

Maybe he just wanted to take a solitary walk. He's trapped here, away from his home and world. I can't forget that reality. I feel terrible for him; my sister might be the same somewhere else out there.

However, one observation kept circulating in her mind:

He does look quite noticeably cheerful after returning. Almost... relieved?

Leon closed his mystical eyes, preparing to return to his dimensional realm to continue intensive training on his Holy element manifestation.

But his mind was filled with happiness and profound relief:

It worked! The portal access to my dimensional realm still functions perfectly, even in this sealed realm! Finally, I don't have to worry about being completely cut off!

Without conscious effort, his awareness smoothly entered the dimensional realm once more.

SHIMMER! SHIFT! ENTER!

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