Staring at Leon, who had changed into armor, the gray mist giant noticed he still hadn't sustained any damage. It pondered briefly, then raised its right hand and forcefully grabbed its left arm, which extended out of the mist.
"Crack!"
With a sound like shattering glass, the sharp nails with hooks at the end sliced through the shriveled flesh of the King of Nightmares' left arm. An immense amount of murky, frenzied nightmares peeled off like flesh, worming into the gray mist beneath the giant's feet like swimming fish, shaking their heads and tails as they pursued Leon.
Facing this "physically robust" Cleaner, the best solution was to directly consume him, using the countless nightmares within its body to erode his spirit, bring about the collapse of his will and the dispersal of his soul, leaving him an empty shell devoid of knowledge and awareness.
