On the fifth floor of the Pillar of Treachery, Lysa stared at Leo from the bloody table, her wide eyes shaking with fear. Leo stood in the broken doorway, his beaten, blood-soaked body looking more like a monster than a man.
His crimson eyes burning with rage, looking at the two masked cult soldiers, who froze under his glare. Then he glanced at Lysa who flinched under his gaze. Relief softened his face for a moment—she wasn't Vivien. He turned back to the soldiers, voice low and raw. "So, you guys with this weird cult? Good. I've got questions."
The soldiers charged at him, no weapons. Leo's Blood Dragger vanished into his item box as he charged. The first soldier swung a heavy fist, but Leo ducked, slamming his knee into the man's stomach with a bone crunching force and giving him an uppercut sent the soldier crashing down, his mask flying off, showing a bloody, gasping face.
