The moment Leon prepared his next move, the battlefield dimmed, not from lack of light, but because every spark of reality seemed to recoil. Chaos thickened. Dread condensed. Something intimate and predatory coiled behind Leon's smile.
A new sigil spun open behind him. It wasn't wild like his previous attacks; it was deliberate, poised, crafted with the precision of a monster who knew exactly where to stab.
"Shall we peel the beast?" Leon whispered, voice curving like a blade.
Dread Path: Heart-Eclipse Mirrorgloom.
The sigil pulsed, and the world vanished around Ethan.
