"We end this. Together."
Leon's voice cut through the chaos as he tore through enemy ranks with renewed determination. His necromantic abilities blazed despite the dimensional pulse that had nearly killed him. Pain meant nothing when everything depended on the next few minutes.
He charged through burning debris, Shadow-edge gleaming with dark energy as he slashed through the commander's minions from the rear. Lesser demons turned to face this new threat, their alien intelligence recognizing danger despite his weakened condition.
Leon's Warrior Zombie materialized beside him, spectral armor reflecting flames that consumed the surrounding buildings. Its form blazed with loyalty that transcended death itself.
"Clear the path," Leon commanded while engaging three demons simultaneously. "Nothing stops us from reaching the others."
