The moment Samael's body disintegrated into drifting motes of black ash, Leon released his grip on the domain.
Cracks spread across the scarlet heavens surrounding them. The isolated world he had forged solely to kill the Apostle of Chaos began to collapse, piece by piece, as fragments of burning reality peeled away into nothingness.
Leon remained floating amidst the ruins of the shattered dimension, breathing heavily while blood trickled down his chin.
His armour was fractured.
His blade, Ascalon, hummed weakly in his grasp.
But despite his exhaustion, there was relief in his eyes.
Finally… Samael was dead.
Leon had deliberately dragged the Apostle into a sealed life-and-death arena because he understood Samael better than anyone.
The Apostle of Chaos never fought fair.
