Leon stood at the edge of the force domain, eyes locked on the now, completed lunatic.
The creature's body radiated power, its chains glinting like sharpened onyx under the distorted light.
But despite the monstrous sight, Leon's expression wasn't fear or awe, it was irritation. Deep, simmering irritation.
He couldn't explain why at first, but that thing's voice, that smug tone when it spoke to Nikko, clawed at his nerves.
And that was dangerous.
Leon wasn't perfect, he knew that better than anyone. He had his strengths: discipline, directness, loyalty to those who mattered.
But he also had his vices. He was quick to anger. If something or someone crossed a line, he wouldn't hesitate to burn that bridge and everything standing on it.
Then there was his pride. Leon had built his power from the ground up, one relentless effort after another.
