The Third Clone, Legend

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Wanda had not had a very good time these past three days.

On the first day, she stopped Leon outside her door several times.

At the time, she felt like she never wanted to see Leon again for the rest of her life.

On the second day, she asked her instructor for leave and sulked beneath her blankets.

When Pietro asked what was wrong, she threw a pillow directly at him.

She was upset that Leon really had not come back.

On the third day, Wanda still did not leave her room.

She sat by the bed, somewhat absentminded.

Leon had not come to see her at all these past two days.

Wanda furrowed her brow, torn between hope and fear.

Had she gone too far before?

At the very least, she should have listened to what Leon wanted to say.

Wanda was utterly conflicted.

She kept wondering what Leon had been doing these past three days.

"Leon has been sitting there for three days. Could it be that he failed to win Wanda back and got crushed by the blow?"

Diana and Kara watched Leon sitting at the edge of the Floating Island and whispered to each other.

"Probably not... Leon is mentally strong. He is not even afraid of death, so how could something like this break him?"

Kara had seen Leon "die" many times.

Whenever she put herself in his shoes, she could not help but admire him.

If she had the ability to resurrect herself,

she would definitely still fear death.

She could not do what Leon did—killing himself whenever he wanted just to evolve his genes.

The two women were discussing whether they should find a way to cheer Leon up.

Then, Leon, who was