When the Sword of Judgment faded, the storm that birthed it only grew.
Leon had survived the massive sword of judgment commanded by the will of the heavens, a punishment for those who tried to defy the law of the cosmos.
And yet, he had survived that.
It was not just punishment—there was a reward too, by the end of it all, as those in between held no meaning when you weren't alive to have them.
A reward so enticing that Leon wasn't aware of, but had unknowingly walked the path toward. If he succeeded, it would be something that had never before been witnessed by the cosmos. If not, he would end up like countless others who had walked this path in times of history long since forgotten.
The runes came out of thin air once again, and the amount of lightning was much more than before. It transformed his body altogether once again, with changes to a level even his eyes couldn't see.
