As Leon steadied his resolve, the next step came naturally. He exhaled and muttered to himself, "The reason people lose themselves under my gaze… it's because my eyes are the only access to the void within."
The thought lingered like a shadow in his mind. If his eyes were gateways, then the void inside him wasn't just a passive existence, it was calling. The realization tugged at him. 'Did that mean life itself was drawn to corruption?' The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
Humans especially, were always tempted by the wrong thing, even when they knew the cost. They chased what destroyed them. At its core, even the body was guilty of this. The lungs clung harder to carbon monoxide than to oxygen, even though it poisoned the blood. Desire for ruin seemed woven into life itself.
