The Archon-ranked monsters converged on Leon from every direction, tightening their circle with the coordinated intent of something that had decided he was the priority target.
He couldn't help but smile.
They're coming to me, he thought. I don't even have to look for them.
The encirclement completed itself, Tens of Archon-ranked beasts pressing inward, and then the result came exactly as expected — obliteration, clean and total, holy energy burning through each one before the circle could fully close. Not a battle. A collection.
The causality notifications kept stacking.
The wider battle was going well. Monster numbers were dropping fast — visibly, measurably, the ratio shifting every few seconds as Leon carved through the horde and the army cleaned up what remained behind him. More than half were already gone.
Then something changed.
