Leon suddenly opened his eyes.
And met a pair of wavering emerald-green eyes.
Wanda's lips were warm and moist, gentle as a spring breeze against his face, carrying a faint fragrance and a light scent of alcohol.
World Power had already dispelled Wanda's intoxication. Power capable of creating worlds worked quickly.
But although Wanda's gaze had cleared, she still held her head up and did not pull away.
Like a kitten approaching its owner, she was impulsive and brave, yet cautious.
When she realized Leon had not immediately pushed her away, she grew bolder.
A scarlet flush appeared on her face again. This time, it was not from the alcohol, but the shyness of a girl being bold for the first time.
Leon swore that he absolutely had not instinctively responded.
Nor had he taken the initiative to welcome that slick little snake that had suddenly slipped in.
His reaction had already been fast.
He had nearly pushed Wanda away at once.
But Wanda suddenly froze and muttered indistinctly.
"You want to come over? No, not yet. No, wait..."
The lights in the apartment suddenly flickered.
As if a vicious spirit that had lurked for a long time had suddenly erupted, a wild wind inexplicably swept through the room, sending papers flying everywhere.
Wanda closed her eyes with a struggling expression.
Leon was somewhat surprised.
Just as he was about to push Wanda away and check what was happening.
He suddenly sensed that something had descended into Wanda's body from a dimension invisible to the naked eye.
The next moment, Wanda opened her eyes again, scarlet light glowing within them.
"Dreamwalking!?" Leon pushed Wanda away, utterly stunned.
Dreamwalking was magic from the Darkhold.
It allowed the caster to temporarily occupy the body of another version of themselves in a Parallel