Leonel teleported inside World Conqueror's HQ because Isolde would not answer his calls.
The familiar world formed around him in a flash of light, the solid floor appearing beneath his feet, the towering walls standing as they always did.
Normally, the HQ felt alive. Even when no one was around, there was a sense of warmth to it, as if the place itself remembered the laughter and conversations that happened there every day.
Now, it felt empty.
Too empty.
"Isolde?" Leonel called out, his voice echoing softly through the wide hall.
No answer came.
The sound of his own voice faded, swallowed by the silence. Leonel stood there for a few seconds longer, as if waiting for someone to suddenly appear and prove him wrong. When nothing happened, his shoulders drooped slightly.
They had left the party hours ago.
