The sword stopped inches from the hooded mage's face.
Silence filled the distorted labyrinth.
Then—
he laughed.
A low, broken laugh that slowly became hysterical.
"…Heh…"
His fingers grabbed the hood.
"…HAHAHAHAHAHA—"
He ripped it off.
Black marks spread across the left side of his face like corruption crawling beneath his skin.
His eyes twitched unnaturally.
"I AM LEO!"
The yellow Backrooms shattered instantly.
Walls broke into cubes.
The moist carpet dissolved into pixels.
Reality itself transformed into a massive blocky world stretching endlessly beneath a dark red sky.
Floating rectangular islands appeared in the distance.
At the center stood a gigantic black totem pulsing with cursed energy.
Leo spread his arms dramatically.
"I AM A GOD SLAYER!"
His laughter echoed chaotically.
"HHAAHHAIIAAJJJAKKAA!"
The surviving Swords stepped back nervously.
"…What even is this domain…"
Leo grinned wildly.
"My ability lets me control creepypastas in any form."
A diamond axe materialized in his hand.
Without hesitation—
he smashed it into his own forehead.
Blood exploded everywhere.
Then the blood transformed into knives.
Hundreds of them.
They launched toward Jhonathan like homing missiles.
Jhonathan dodged the first wave—
but Leo teleported randomly across the battlefield, appearing from impossible angles.
Punch.
Teleport.
Kick.
Teleport again.
A devastating strike smashed directly into Jhonathan's head.
The impact launched him through floating cubic terrain, causing entire blocks to rise into the air from sheer force.
Leo kept laughing.
"YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND MY DOMAIN!"
But then—
Jhonathan adapted.
A slash appeared across Leo's shoulder.
Small.
But real.
Leo blinked.
"…You cut me?"
Jhonathan grabbed him instantly.
Then hurled him straight into the massive totem.
At the exact same moment—
Phase 2 activated.
Not seconds.
Not milliseconds.
Two nanoseconds.
The world distorted under the transformation speed.
Leo barely reacted before Jhonathan's fist collided against his own.
The impact shattered floating islands around them.
Leo was sent flying violently across the cubic plane.
And yet—
he smiled.
Not in fear.
Not in anger.
But relief.
"…Finally…"
He stood slowly, blood dripping from his mouth.
"…The possibility of losing…"
His grin widened unnaturally.
"…is becoming real."