Leon VS Aden [Part-3]
"You're good," Aden managed, each word ragged from effort, the sweat on his brow catching the light. He sounded almost impressed, and that made the admission bitter. "But strength without purpose is hollow."
Leon's eyes intensified until they seemed to possess a cutting edge. His gold eyes drew together in a manner that stretched the air between them taut; his voice was flat and cold, cold as a blade. "Purpose?" he repeated, each syllable a careful blow. "My purpose is to destroy the rot that spreads through this empire. And if I must destroy every knight who gets in my path—"
The world replied to him: wind arose, scattering leaves and dust into a storm of wind that stank of iron and ozone. His aura blazed like an approaching storm, a material presence that pulled on banners and rustled up the hems of cloaks as if the very air itself was obedient to him.
