Leon had been confused about this trial since the very beginning. Find the source of corruption and stop it. On the surface, that task seemed like something not meant to be tackled at all. Instead it sounded like something one should run from, not confront. But Leon wasn't built to turn away. If he ignored this, it would go against everything he stood for.
And now… now he had his first real clue.
The city lord, or rather the abomination that once bore his name, was corruption given flesh. Leon knew that even if the thing didn't give him all the answers, bringing it down would point him in the right direction. Maybe even directly toward the source.
But first, it had to die.
His grip tightened on his sword as he whispered under his breath,
"Extreme Art: Flicker Fang."
