[You have been inflicted with "Doom".]
[There is no hope.]
Leon tried to move, but his body didn't respond.
No matter how hard he pushed his muscles, no matter how much rage surged through his veins, he remained completely frozen in place.
'My [Berserk Form]... it should be immune to Fear, Terror, all of it,' he thought, panicked. 'So why... why am I still affected?!'
The cold reality began to settle in.
This wasn't fear. It wasn't some illusion or mental trick.
This was something far worse. This was a status effect that no ordinary skill or resistance could counter.
It was [Doom].
And the one casting it… was just a human.
Leon had faced monsters that could destroy buildings.
He had fought elite awakeners, corrupted beasts, and even cleared five layers of the [Forsaken Real].
He had always walked forward without fear, praised by his guild, feared by his enemies.
So why now, against a level 1 human of the Expert Rank—did he feel this overwhelming, suffocating pressure?
