Peter's cold gaze swept over the three of them, bound tightly to the platform.
"By the way," he said softly, voice dripping with amusement, "who wants to go first?"
Silence.
No one dared to answer.
Peter's eyes stopped on Leo. "Leo Stark," he said slowly, as if savoring the name. "You're quite the prodigy, aren't you? Why don't I start with you? I'm confident you'll survive the transformation and become something… magnificent."
He paused, his smile widening. "After all, you were talented enough to clear three tower floors one after another, weren't you?"
"What floors? What the fuck are you talking about?" Leo asked, panicked.
"You think a mask can hide what you did?"
Saying that, Peter didn't wait for a reply and began walking toward Leo, holding one of the glowing crimson crystals in his hand.
At that time, Derek's eyebrows furrowed. 'Three floors? Is he talking about me?'
Meanwhile, Leo's face turned pale. "W... What are you doing? What the hell is that thing?!"
