Blood lingered on the floors of the Baek castle hallway. Leon walked toward the first blackened door.
Bristled air waved under cracked glass windows, filling the hallway. A sharp tang flashed upward. Bristled hairs on the splattered heads wobbled once.
The black cloth flapped on the chest plate of Leon's gleaming war suit. He stopped before the twelve-foot red door. Its surface was etched with death markings.
He raised his left arm, pointing at the door. A massive wind-rustling erupted. The blazing, spinning war disc dashed from his side and struck the metal.
Sparks lingered. Cut lines appeared on the burning plate as the disc's spin intensified.
A threadlike red light dashed out as the cut widened.
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Deep inside the blackened Leon, the creator version, the white-robed Leon, hair danced in the air. He locked eyes with the original Leon. "There is no time for you to weep over something that is already gone."
