Countless demons burst apart as Leon's killing intent rolled outward like a collapsing star. He did not restrain it. There was no reason to.
Though his current rank sat at S rank, equivalent to a Rank Seven professional, the truth was far uglier.
Leon stood at the threshold of a true Level Six Origin Stage existence.
The gap was not something numbers could explain. It was the difference between being caught in a storm and being crushed by the planet that birthed it.
Just his presence warped the battlefield. S rank demons died without ever understanding why. SS ranks shattered mid scream.
Even a handful of SSS ranks collapsed, their bodies unable to bear the pressure of existing near him.
Leon did not look at them. He did not care.
He wanted one person.
The first number left his lips, calm and flat.
"Ten."
More demons detonated into mist. Limbs, armor, cores. Gone.
"Nine."
