After a short period of timeâat least from the perspective of the outside worldâLeon felt a gentle nudge on his shoulder, which prompted him to open his eyes.
It seems the celebration is about to start.
Heâd been constantly aware of the activities happening in the external world around his physical body, but heâd deliberately been ignoring everything to maintain complete focus on his intensive training inside the dimensional realm.
Almost there. I can feel it. Soon, Iâll reach Rank 1 Aura manifestation in Holy affinity.
The breakthrough was tantalizingly close.
Leon looked directly into Iraâs crimson eyes and asked, though he already sensed the answer from the shift in atmospheric energy:
"Is it about to start?"
He knew the answer even before she responded. The entire area was now filled with the enticing aroma of delicious foodâroasting meat, exotic spices, fermented drinks.
That smell is incredible.
He also noticed immediately that Iraâs hairstyle had changed dramatically during his meditation. Her hair had been flowing freely and loose before, but now it was arranged in an elaborate, well-intentioned styleâpulled back elegantly with intricate braiding around her neck, some strands artfully tucked while others cascaded down.
Such a simple change, but it makes her look even more beautiful than before.
The transformation was striking.
Ira answered hurriedly, almost frantically:
"Yes! Letâs quickly get downâeveryoneâs waiting!"
She seemed genuinely anxious about their timing.
Leon understood why immediately. Everyone else was now assembled below on the arena ground floor, including Archon Vyrra herself. When he shifted his gaze outward toward the surrounding city, he could see Pyrrhans everywhere outside their dwellings.
The entire civilization is participating.
The atmosphere was purely festive and joyful. There was food everywhereâmassive chunks of monster meat sizzling on their special racial flames, along with various kinds of drinks displayed on countless tables.
This is a major celebration. Not just a small gathering.
But first, before moving, Leon felt compelled to acknowledge what heâd noticed.
He spoke sincerely:
"Ira, you look absolutely gorgeous. That hairstyle suits you perfectly."
His compliment was genuine and heartfelt.
Though he still privately thought her clothing was far too revealing and short for his tasteâsomething he might have to address later.
But it does seem to be deeply cultural in their clan. Everyone dresses like thisâincluding Archon Vyrra herself.
And the men universally kept their upper bodies completely bare, which seemed equally standard.
Cultural norms. Have to respect them.
His unexpected compliment visibly startled Ira, her eyes widening.
GASP!
The urgency sheâd been projecting wavered noticeably, replaced by flustered uncertainty.
She replied meekly, her voice much softer:
"Letâs... letâs quickly get down, Leon. Aunt and others are especially waiting for us, specifically."
Her emphasis on "us" carried weight.
Her words made Leon look down at the arena floor again. He noticed Archon Vyrra was indeed looking up directly at both him and Ira.
Sheâs watching us. Waiting.
However, Vyrra appeared quite relaxed and definitely not impatient or annoyedâshe simply seemed to be deliberately waiting for them both to join before officially beginning.
Weâre guests of honor, apparently.
So without further delay, Leon said:
"Letâs go down then."
Both of them jumped simultaneously from the high stair, their bodies falling through the air.
WHOOSH!
Before hitting the hard ground, each slowed themselves using their respective techniquesâLeon with compressed air and light manipulation, Ira with her fire propulsionâand both landed gracefully without impact.
TAP! TAP!
One practical thing Leon genuinely appreciated was the fact that the women of this clan wore proper undergarmentsâpanties at the very leastâbeneath their minimal clothing, as for the bra, he had too close an experience to say that confidence that they donât.
Or it would be far too much exposure with their short garments. That would be uncomfortable for me to act in such a scenario.
Heâd specifically noticed this detail during his intense fight with the greatsword-wielding woman in the arena, when various acrobatic movements had occurred.
Thank goodness for small mercies.
After they joined the assembled crowd, both Leon and Ira were immediately handed ceremonial glasses filled with some kind of slightly purplish liquid that shimmered in the firelight.
HAND! RECEIVE!
The gathered Pyrrhans had formed an enormous circle. In the center burned a massive bonfire constructed from their special racial flamesâthose distinctive red fires Leon had seen Archon Vyrra and others utilize.
CRACKLE! ROAR! BURN!
That red fire... it reminds me distinctly of Archon Vyrraâs technique.
They all possessed this special flame, though Leon could instinctively tell by simply feeling the energy signatures that not all of these fires were identical in quality or power.
Different mastery levels. Different refinement.
Suspended above the central bonfire were gigantic chunks of monster meat, sizzling and dripping fat that created aromatic smoke, filling the entire area with mouthwatering scent.
SIZZLE! DRIP! SMOKE!
Then, with a deliberate signal from Archon Vyrra, ceremonial drums and other types of musical instruments began playing in beautiful, harmonious coordination.
BOOM! STRUM! CHIME! HARMONY!
Leon could see the musicians positioned around the circle, playing with practiced skill and obvious reverence.
This is ritualistic. Important to their culture.
The music was genuinely melodious and moving.
Then, as one unified voice, everyone began singing a traditional songâclearly something deeply meaningful to their people:
"From flames we rise,
to flames we fall,
In fireâs embrace,
We give our all.
Each dawn we fight,
each dusk we stand, Pyrrhan blood, Pyrrhan land.
We survive, we live, we never yield,
Our strength, our honor, flame our shield."
Leon was genuinely surprised by the coordinated song, seeing absolutely everyone participatingâfrom the youngest children to the oldest elders, all singing in perfect unison.
This is their anthem. Their identity.
Moved by the moment and the spirit of community, he joined in, lending his voice to theirs despite just learning the words.
Ira was singing beside him, but Leon noticed she kept glancing repeatedly at his hand for some reason, her attention obviously divided.
What is she looking at?
He was confused for a moment, then suddenly noticed a significant detail heâd initially missed:
Quite a lot of Pyrrhan couplesâmen and women paired togetherâwere holding each otherâs hands intimately, their fingers intertwined in the traditional gesture of partnership.
Oh. Thatâs the custom. Nearly eighty percent of them are holding hands; they sure are a romantic bunch.
Understanding immediately what Ira had been hoping for, Leon swiftly and smoothly switched the ceremonial glass to his other hand.
SWITCH!
Using his now-empty hand, he reached over and grasped Iraâs hand intimately, just like the other couples around them, their fingers naturally intertwining together.
HOLD! INTERTWINE!
He felt absolutely no resistance from herâher hand was warm and fit perfectly with his.
She wanted this. Good.
He then deliberately looked directly at her face, meeting her crimson eyes with his own mystical heterochromatic gaze.
She seemed to have completely frozen, her body going rigid.
Sheâs shocked. Adorably shocked.
She had stopped singing entirely, her mouth slightly open.
She appeared far too stunned to continue participating, her mind clearly racing.
Leon gently squeezed her handâthe one he was holdingâtrying to bring her back from her trance.
SQUEEZE!
She came back to awareness with a visible start, though her mind kept going blank repeatedly, her thoughts obviously consumed entirely by the fact that he was holding her hand in this specific, culturally significant way.
Only she knows what this means to her people, and she was shocked by the suddenness of everything.