Leon swung his sword and crushed the large root lunging toward him.
Without wasting a second, he rushed over to Zelda.
"Zelda, wake up!" He called out, pulling her into his arms and bringing her down with him, sending them rolling across the wooden floor.
Zelda struggled to break free, but Leon quickly pinned both her arms, locking her wrists with just his left hand.
Now he was on top of her, his eyes locked on her pale, unmoving face below.
To an outsider, their position would have looked strange—like something too inappropriate for children to see.
But Leon paid no attention to that. His mind was focused on only one thing—saving Zelda.
"Zelda! Wake up!" he called again, gently tapping her cheek.
Still, Zelda remained completely unresponsive.
Her green eyes flickered with a cold, indifferent light, and her expression was blank.
She kept resisting weakly, though her efforts were futile.
