Leo didn't turn. He didn't even flinch.
Instead, he held the Seraphim ring up to the dim light, watching the way the internal glow flickered like a dying ember. The realization that a charge had been wasted on these parasites felt like a heavy weight in his chest, heavier than the gravity field he was projecting.
"You really don't learn, do you?" Leo said, his voice turning cold.
The attacker lunged forward.
Just then, the gravity field that was focused in front of Leo expanded its range under his control.
A sudden, localized spike in the gravity field pinned the attacker on the ground. There was a sickening crunch as the assassin was swatted downward by an invisible hand, slamming into the frozen earth with enough force to crack the layer of snow on top.
Leo finally turned his head. His eyes weren't filled with the heat of rage; they were as cold and empty as the void between stars.
