[Warning: Soul Integrity Falling Below 70%]
Leon forced himself to his feet, panting, barely able to stay upright. Golden light pulsed dimly in his pupils—his Miracle Eyes trying to predict, react, survive.
His thoughts raced.
"Only 0.1% True Intent… It's not enough to pierce his soul threads... I'm barely scratching him."
The Keeper tilted his head, like a reaper observing a dying flame.
"Your soul burns dimly, outsider. You came bearing pride—but brought no resolve. Let this be your tomb."
He lifted his sword high, gathering dozens of soul orbs that fused into the blade. The void screamed with energy as the final strike began.
Leon gritted his teeth, legs trembling.
He was at his limit.
His vision was red.
Ravina screamed something from the sanctuary edge—but her voice was drowned out by the storm forming around the Keeper.
Leon stood tall.
"...No."
A faint crackle of red lightning trailed down his arm.
"...I'm not dying here."
