Back in Trafalgar Forest, Leon had beaten Bran to a pulp. Afterward, the old man had been possessed by an unknown entity, something far more powerful, and something that clearly had a grudge against Leon. That had been his first clue.
Through his interactions with Gunta, Leon had learned of Bran's insistence that Leon had robbed him of something valuable. Leon had taken many things from many people, but never had he offended a being as powerful as the one possessing Bran. Except for one case. And that case made it painfully clear—the worst possibility had come to pass.
Somehow, the Primogenitor of the Warlocks had found his way back to Finor from the void, and now, he wanted Leon dead for breaking his promise to help the Warlock race.
"I see," Leon nodded before taking a seat in front of Altor, his drake crouched in the corner, ready to strike at any moment.