Time seemed to slow around Leonidas, each passing second stretching into a heavy, dreamlike haze as a fierce surge of fear struck his heart. He watched the High Lord of the Root rush toward Cain with murderous intent, its grotesque body cutting through the layers of reality with terrifying speed. For an instant—just an instant—Leonidas felt the sting of frailty, the awareness of his own age, of the battles that had worn him down. But instead of surrendering to that weakness, something deeper ignited within him.
His eyes glowed with a scarlet brilliance—hard, unwavering, and filled with purpose. The path before him had never been clearer.
"Stand by my king. Fight to the end." That single truth was enough. It was the final push he needed, after a lifetime of readiness, to step across the last threshold he had long held back.
"Resurrección."
