(Leo's POV, The Floating Island)
With Leonardo gone, Leo turned his focus toward locating the source of Moltherak's aura, which seemed to grow stronger with every passing second.
He could sense the vague direction from where the aura originated, and hence he walked towards it, his each step growing heavier as the oppressive presence of the Ancient Beast God pressed down on him.
Sweat gathered along his brow, his breath steady but labored, as a faint unease began to coil in his gut the closer he got to the source.
Until at last, he arrived before a colossal chamber, its entrance guarded by a towering door etched with glowing runes, beyond which the slumbering deity's power seemed to pulse like a living heartbeat.
'Here I come… hopefully the bloodthirsty dragon doesn't kill me,' Leo thought grimly, his hand pressing against the cold metal surface of the door as he pushed it open and stepped inside.
*Push*
