*~Leon's POV~*
The fake Aurora was right. Coming here was a death sentence—no doubt about it. But at least I stopped her wedding. At least Aurora had a chance to escape.
Thousands of demons surrounded me now, beating me down. I couldn't even move. The only two I'd managed to kill were long dead, and now I was paying the price.
Punches came from everywhere—claws, fangs, laughter. Each hit landed harder than the last. My vision blurred, blood dripping from my mouth as I lifted my gaze toward the altar.
Darius stood there, watching me with an evil smirk—beside him, that demon bastard lord I'd met the other day.
Some of the demons were laughing now, mocking me like it was sport.
I should've come with backup. I should've brought more wolves. But I was in a hurry—desperate. And yet, even as my bones cracked and my body broke, a dark smile crept across my lips.
At least I stopped the wedding.
