"This ends now."
Leon shot downward like a falling star. Shadow-edge gripped tight in both hands, the blade crackling with green and black currents that spiraled around the steel. The Life-Death Balance energy wrapped around the weapon, each pulse synchronized with his heartbeat.
The crater below him glowed with hellish fire. Heat waves rose from molten stone while the air bent around the commander's wounded form. The entity began to rise, void blade reforming in its grip. Black ichor streamed from the wound in its chest where Leon's previous strike had connected, each drop eating holes in the ground where it landed.
But it was too slow.
Leon's silhouette streaked through the sky, a blur of vengeance fueled by every loss he'd endured. Tommy's death in the qualification dungeon. Elise's final smile as void energy consumed her heart. Each memory drove him faster toward his target.
