A low tremor rolled through the city, it was deep, resonant, and alive.
The cracked streets shuddered. The air itself warped as if struggling to contain the pressure gathering at its heart.
Leon stood at the center of it all, his body taut with restrained energy.
He had charged long enough. Everyone had played their part, Lancelot, Rachel, Adrian, all holding the line. Now it was his turn to end it.
He exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around Void Blade.
"Alright, buddy," Leon muttered, voice low and calm. "Let's see what you've got."
The black translucent flame that coated his blade pulsed faintly, it was unassuming, yet devoured the air around it. The principle of Destruction was simple, terrifyingly so. That harmless flame wasn't meant to burn; it was the stillness before annihilation, the quiet void before collapse.
The longer Leon sustained it, the more catastrophic the release.
