He danced around them like a phantom.
They paused, panting, eyes wide with disbelief. They remembered injuring him before, matching his speed. How was he so fast now?
Leon smirked. "You were only able to touch me because of luck. And before I forget…" His tone dropped into a whisper sharp enough to cut. "You're under the effect of my poison."
Their weapons froze mid-swing.
Shock rippled through them. Their minds reeled. Pieces fell into place. Their sluggishness, their lack of power—it wasn't just fatigue.
The meal. The fruits. The boy.
They had been poisoned.
Leon's smirk widened, cruel and mocking. "I fed it to you during dinner. I didn't think it'd work at first… but it did. You've been weakened this whole time."
The Generals' roars faltered. They staggered slightly, their eyes burning with disbelief.
