Eleanor's smile was a slow, curling thing, sharp at the edges, and full of quiet satisfaction.
She stood before a circular pool of black liquid, its surface still and mirror-like, reflecting the live feed of Leon's clash in the cavern. She watched as his strike bounced harmlessly off the bloated demon's stomach, saw the moment he flinched, not in fear, but surprise, and she let out a breathless chuckle.
"Heheheheheh..." Her fingers laced behind her back, eyes glinting with something between admiration and contempt. "This place was built to counter you, Leon."
She leaned forward slightly, speaking to the pool like it was an old friend.
