He leapt down from the statue's head, landing with a low thud—his new sword in hand.
Then he unsheathed the blade and pointed it at the heroes.
"Before I kill you, let me hear your name… so I can make you all suffer for eternity."
"I am the great Hero Leon!"
Then he lunged.
His sword came fast, a clean horizontal slash—but Kael blocked it. The clash cracked the floor, leaving a dent wide as a crater.
"That's all you got, great hero?" Kael muttered. His eyes were glowing—crimson red.
Shadows spread over his body again, wrapping around him like armor, forming the coat.
Slowly, the helm of darkness crept into place.
The moment he glared at Leon, the man hesitated—stepping back, toward his allies.
Kael's voice dropped. Deep. Cold. Each word hit like a falling stone.
Every step he took forward made the air grow heavier.
The pressure sank into their lungs. Most couldn't even breathe.
A few dropped to their knees, choking.
