Chapter 122: EX 122. Eleanor
As Leon dashed through the winding tunnels of the demon-crafted cave, each step sent cracks echoing through the earth beneath his boots. The stale, cursed air didn’t faze him. The scent of brimstone, the heat from distant hellfire veins, the low snarls of lurking beasts, they were all just background noise now.
What did catch his attention was the faint, chilling ripple at the edge of his senses.
He was being watched.
Leon didn’t flinch. If anything, he grinned.
"Good," he muttered, eyes gleaming as they narrowed ahead. "Watch closely."
Let them see.
Let whoever was behind this bear witness to every step he took, every demon that crumbled before him, every trap turned useless. Let them feel the weight of their failure as the pieces of their perfect plan shattered in real time. Because when they saw how easily he dismantled everything they’d built... only fear would remain.
The deeper he went, the stronger the resistance. Demons of all shapes and sizes lunged at him from the dark, one masked its body in mirrors, another bent light to hide, one even split into dozens of shifting shadows. But none of their tricks slowed him. Each encounter ended the same: with Leon cutting them down, fast and brutal, never stopping, never wasting a second. His blade gleamed red and black in the lightless tunnel. It wasn’t just battle anymore. It was judgment.
He was getting close now.
The tracker pulsed in his hand, a blink of soft blue in the dark. It blinked again. Then faster.
"I’m almost there," Leon breathed, not slowing his pace.
Meanwhile, in the scrying chamber carved in obsidian and ruin, Eleanor stood frozen before the pool.