Leon stood in the fading light, his decision crystallizing with each passing moment. The word "corrupted" next to Garrett's race classification wasn't just concerning – it was potentially catastrophic. He'd seen what abyssal corruption could do, remembered the monstrous king who'd worn human flesh like an ill-fitting costume.
I need to know what he is. What he's become. The safety of everyone here depends on it.
The weight of leadership pressed down on him. If Garrett proved to be a threat, Leon would have to take steps. The options weren't pleasant to consider.
A slave mark would ensure control, he thought, the idea leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. But that's still better than the alternative if it didn't work somehow...
