Orion had never seen Leonidas in such a wretched state.
"You damned mongrel… you hurt me!"
"Son of a bitch! I'll see you in the Abyss before I let you have an easy death!"
"You want to play? Fine! I'll play with you until the bitter end!"
Orion maintained his assault on Grand General Dorian, but a part of his focus was locked on the Leonidas.
He could hear every curse Leonidas spat, and within them, he sensed a hysterical agony, a madness born from unbearable pain.
"A mere broken vessel… to hell with it!" Leonidas roared, his voice cracking. "By my true name, Alaron Kassadin, I offer this flesh! I sacrifice this avatar for the power of unending rupture! For me, BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!"
Inside the tesseract, Leonidas's body became a canvas of blood-red runes. They glowed, searing themselves into his flesh like a master artisan's tools, carving his very being into a living bomb—a dragon-shaped magical warhead.
A light that eclipsed the sun bloomed into existence.
