Leon froze as suddenly a servant appeared next to him. His immediate thought was to conjure his water hands in an attempt to stay alive but then the servant summoned by Albert stopped and tried to console him. [color=39b54a]"I failed at summoning anyone. Suffice to say my purpose, and reason for being here is significantly reduced."[/color] Leon said bitterly as he looked at the servant with indifference now that he knew that she wasn't here to murder him for the sake of tying up loose ends. [color=39b54a]"Alright I'll head there take care of yourself servant. I'll make my way there. I suppose I should thank you so yeah thanks."[/color] Leon said he breathed in deeply and the servant vanished behind him. He memorized the address, and according to the maps he had read before heading here the location wouldn't be impossible to flee to if he went there with full haste. Leon exhaled as he raised his hands, [color=39b54a]"Four winds guide me form a path to the world I seek to go to."[/color] Leon called out using his wind manipulation spell in order to lift himself off the ground. It burnt through some of his mana, and it would continue to do so until he got to the end of the lake but it would be negligible if he could get there fast enough. The candle the burnt twice as bright did not last as long and the same applied to mana. His instinct drove at him telling him to survive this whole event. He spit on the ground before hovering himself quickly across the lake as fast as he could. It wasn't a fast thing as he was carrying a full adult male rather than a rock, or a book. But if he couldn't hold himself aloft he wouldn't be much of a wind mage.

Leon forced himself to maintain focus it was hard but he could not fail and end up wet like a dog. He considered using his water manipulation but that would be even more troublesome to make ice strong enough to hold him, and then disperse when he was done with it. But eventually Leon did reach the other side his clothes disheveled, and dirty. He remembered he had failed to grab his catalyst....that couldn't be right....wait he had it still? Leon stopped and just now noticed he was grasping it firmly in his free hand. He remembered back to the ambush...his first instinct was to run but he supposed he must've also blown the piece of the round table near him when he fled and must've grabbed it by instinct as well. He was lucky that he was so self conscious of his own surroundings. If he had left that thing back there...Leon couldn't even fathom the depth of his failure if he did that. Still with the winds still as his back Leon put his feet on the ground and began the brisk run he would have to endure on his way to the inn.