Although Leon's body had been overtaken, his consciousness remained awake, trapped within his own vessel like a spectator shackled to a chair.
It was as though he were watching a vivid, hyper-real movie projected across his own eyes, each moment seared into his memory.
The Solaris Founder now wielded his flesh and with terrifying elegance, descended upon the battlefield. Dozens of Asuras, each one a demigod of war, surged forward like an unstoppable tide. But to the Founder, they may as well have been reckless children lunging at a seasoned warrior to steal candy from his pocket.
He flowed through their attacks with inhuman precision, his movements too refined, too deliberate, to be called mere dodging.
