The Wrath of Dire: Endgame at Silver City [Part- 5]
And Dire—Dire stopped mid-step.
His foot, just about to step forward with the full arrogance of a man who's sure he'd already won, froze in midair. For the first time in ages, a flicker of doubt crossed those sharp eyes. The beast of a man, the ruthless General who used to laugh at his foes as weak, was now staring down something that shattered every rule he'd ever learned.
This wasn't the man he'd sneered at.
This was something else.
Something divine.
The presence before him didn't glow with light—it shimmered with a cold, haunting darkness that seemed to drain the warmth right out of the air. Then—Leon lifted his hand again, lips parting for a chant that was calm, steady, sure.
"[Dark Moon]," he whispered.
The moment the words slipped free, the air trembled like it was alive.
