"Impressive. Futile, but impressive."
The demon commander watched Leon approach with amusement that carried undertones of condescension. Its void blade pulsed in his hands.
"Still fighting," the commander mused while studying Leon's desperate charge. "Your species never learns when to surrender."
Leon's assault carried him across the gap between them in heartbeats. Shadow-edge blazed with what little necromancy energy remained in his depleted reserves while his body screamed protests about overexertion that threatened to tear him apart.
Every muscle fiber burned with exhaustion. His enhanced durability was the only thing keeping him conscious after the beating he'd already endured. Blood loss made his vision flicker at the edges.
Leon adjusting his trajectory mid-flight, fighting through pain that made every movement agony.
