As Leon gazed at the figure above, he understood how strong it was.
There was no hesitation in that thought, no attempt to convince himself otherwise.
This wasn't like the knights. This wasn't something he could fight and potentially overcome with effort.
Even with all his strength, even with [Celestial's Might], the gap between him and that figure felt overwhelming.
His chances of winning were almost nonexistent.
'Do I run?'
The thought came naturally. Leon wasn't arrogant.
He wasn't the type to blindly throw himself into a fight he couldn't win, especially not in a place like this where a single mistake could cost him everything.
Up until now, every enemy he had faced, no matter how strong, had always felt beatable, even if the odds were low.
But this was the first time he genuinely felt that there was no path to victory.
Whatever existed in the [Forsaken City]… Wasn't meant to be defeated.
