Leon halted mid-descent as he ventured deeper into the heart of the inverted pyramid. Even buried far beneath the earth, he could feel it—the world above had changed. The very air had grown heavier, tainted with a creeping malevolence that gnawed at the edges of his senses.
It was as if something ancient and foul had awakened, staining the fabric of reality with a demonic presence. He didn't know what had happened, but a chill threaded down his spine. His pulse quickened, not from exertion, but from a rising dread.
Something was wrong… Terribly wrong.
The plan was simple. Sir Gallahad would neutralise the Demon Cult's Apostle, while Leon focused on rescuing his missing allies, and if the situation permits, investigate the cause of the Clay Emperor's resurgence.
Each of them would have their respective battles, and since the Demon Cult was a larger threat, Leon had temporarily transferred authority over to Sir Gallahad.
