Leo's return to Briarhelm was nothing short of legendary.
From the second that the guards at the gates spotted him, the news of his return spread through the city like wildfire, with droves of rebels crowding the streets to watch him pass.
With his mask broken, Leo wore a thin black cloth over his face to cover some of his features, adorning a different look to his usual staple of a rigid mask and cold eyes.
He walked in a leisurely manner, with both his hands tucked behind his back, not trying to do anything special. However, to the onlookers, he seemed regal, his stride effortlessly captivating, as if he walked on the wind, his feet barely touching the ground.
The streets of Briarhelm were eerily silent despite the massive crowd that had gathered.
Every pair of eyes seemed to remain locked onto him as he walked, some filled with admiration, others with disbelief, but all bearing a reverence that words could not describe.