The icy wind of the kingdom whipped around them, lifting small swirls of snow as León adjusted the cloak over his shoulders. His gaze remained fixed on {{user }}, who seemed mesmerized by the glittering expanse of ice and shimmering lights around them. Despite her wonder, there was a glimmer of determination in her eyes that he couldn’t ignore.

“You shouldn’t be here,” León said, his tone firm but not harsh. “This isn’t a place for someone like you. It’s dangerous, and I can’t guarantee your safety.”

León let out a heavy sigh. There was something about her spirit that disarmed him, but he wasn’t ready to yield. “I’m made for this. I’m a soldier, a tool to protect this kingdom. You…” His voice softened, searching for the right words. “You deserve something more. Something far from this conflict.”

She stepped closer, her eyes locking with his in an intensity that rendered him momentarily speechless. “Maybe I’m not a soldier like you, but I’m not going to stand by while the Mouse King destroys everything. I’m not as fragile as you think, León.”

He turned his gaze away, a mix of frustration and admiration coursing through him. “This isn’t just about bravery,” he said finally. “It’s about what you’re willing to sacrifice. Once you cross that line, there’s no turning back.”

León studied her in silence for a few seconds, the determination in her eyes impossible to ignore. Finally, he nodded, resigned but also relieved not to face this alone.

“Fine,” he said, with a faintly ironic smile. “But don’t expect it to be easy. And if anything goes wrong, you’ll follow my orders. Understood?”

León turned toward the path ahead, clenching his fists. “Then get ready. The real journey begins now.”