As Leon dashed through the winding tunnels of the demon-crafted cave, each step sent cracks echoing through the earth beneath his boots. The stale, cursed air didn't faze him. The scent of brimstone, the heat from distant hellfire veins, the low snarls of lurking beasts, they were all just background noise now.
What did catch his attention was the faint, chilling ripple at the edge of his senses.
He was being watched.
Leon didn't flinch. If anything, he grinned.
"Good," he muttered, eyes gleaming as they narrowed ahead. "Watch closely."
Let them see.
Let whoever was behind this bear witness to every step he took, every demon that crumbled before him, every trap turned useless. Let them feel the weight of their failure as the pieces of their perfect plan shattered in real time. Because when they saw how easily he dismantled everything they'd built… only fear would remain.
