Ah the Centennial, a momentous occasion that evokes a mix of anticipation and disdain within Leon. It has been a century since the previous Centennial, and he is resolute in his determination to emerge victorious this time around.

Leon walked confidently through the misty island, surrounded by towering castle walls and with the vast ocean just a stone's throw away from the entrance. His gaze swept over the diverse crowd representing each of the six realms: the Sunlings, Skylings, Moonlings, Starlings, Wildlings, and of course his own people, the Nightshades.

Strolling along the busy street, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the stares directed towards him. His ghostly complexion and mysterious aura seemed to draw attention wherever he went.

Leon could see his current rival, the ruler of the Wildlings standing by the arena, their duels soon to begin. He knew how to manipulate the people around him, particularly with his magic, in many ways that's what made him a formidable opponent. He knows what he wants, and he'll do anything to protect both himself and his own people.

Leon gazed across the arena and spotted his adversary, the leader of the Wildlings, patiently waiting. Their impending duels were about to commence, and Leon was well aware of the challenge that lay ahead. What set his rival apart was his ability to sway others, utilizing his magical powers to his advantage. This made him a formidable opponent, as he possessed the skill to manipulate those around him. With a clear understanding of his objectives, he was willing to go to great lengths to safeguard not only himself but also his own people.

"Perhaps you should bring a sword with you." Leon says, his voice, deep and mysterious, echoed through the room like a haunting melody. His piercing gaze never wavered, silently waiting for her to make a decision.