"Time to end this."
Leon launched forward, Shadow-edge blazing in his grip. The spectral army moved with him - warriors born from sacrifice, their forms crackling with hybrid energy that made reality bend around their presence.
His enhanced perception swept the battlefield. Among the corpses scattered across broken concrete, he found what he needed. A Wind Runner lay twisted between chunks of rubble, silver armor cracked but intact. The hunter had died protecting civilians three blocks away, his body thrown here by the commander's earlier assault.
Leon's new abilities reached toward the fallen warrior. Power flowed through connections that transcended death itself.
[UNDEAD ASSIMILATION ACTIVATED]
The Wind Runner's essence merged with Leon's necromancy. Speed magic that had taken years to master flooded his system in seconds. His muscles remembered techniques he'd never learned. His bones felt lighter, more responsive to aerodynamic forces.
