The battlefield shivered at the unspoken shift.
Leon's wings unfurled into their full, terrible span. The runes etched across his cyborg skin blazed like constellations shattering under pressure. His pupils narrowed to pinpoints of winter blue, and the very air around him turned razor-cold. The Saint Power he had been restraining, barely a trickle until now, flooded outward without mercy.
His voice came low and sharp.
"You aren't breaking. Even now… You still stand there with that calm face. That infuriating calm. Ethan…"
Light and shadow twisted around him, his armored form stretching, refining, no longer simply mechanical. The cold glow along his body warped into something fae-like, alien, and ancient. Draconic-insectile wings of metallic ice rippled as his silhouette mutated into a dark fairy knight forged from agony and vengeance.
