The Inferno Duel [Part-2]
"Sorry I'm late."
That voice—low, steady—cut through the chaos like a blade. Not sharp. Just calm. Familiar. Like a breath you didn't realize you were holding until it finally hit your lungs.
The attacker snapped back. His whole stance jolted—blade twisting up, thrown off by the sudden parry. He spun around on instinct, eyes wide, expression shifting the second he saw who was standing there.
"You—?!"
His voice cracked, like something had just split open inside it. He kept his sword raised, but his grip wasn't steady anymore. His fingers twitched. His hand trembled. There was too much shock in his eyes—too much recognition—as he locked them onto the man who'd just stepped into the fight.
Leon didn't look at him. Not right away.
