(Across the Universe, A Pre-Recorded Broadcast, Leo's Declaration)
The recording began without ceremony.
The camera rolled from behind, capturing a solitary figure standing atop a low mound of black stone, his back straight despite the faint stiffness still lingering in his movements, bandages hidden beneath dark robes, as the image of Soron's old stone castle loomed in the distance like a monument carved into the land.
For several seconds, Leo did not move, as the wind carried symbolic ash across the frame.
Then he turned.
His gray eyes met the camera directly, steady and unflinching, as if he were not addressing machines, planets, or billions of eyes scattered across the galaxy, but rather history itself.
"The Cult Master is dead," Leo declared calmly, his voice carrying without strain.
"He died alone while taking on eight enemy Gods, without retreat, surrender, or fear."
