"So it really is you."
Just as Leon hesitated for a moment... or maybe when he was overwhelmed by the stench from Hell surrounding the Sage's Cemetery, the perpetual mist of the cemetery was gently pierced by a colorful glow.
A familiar yet slightly unfamiliar young man, hands behind his back, strolled out and stood on the boundary line between Hell and the former Sage's Cemetery, then looked at Leon with a rather complex expression.
"Though I always thought this day might come, it's really disheartening to see the celebrated genius of the Zodiac Bureau opposing humanity."
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"Who are you?"
"?!!!"
Upon hearing Leon's bewildered inquiry, the hooded young man's mouth twitched involuntarily, then he reached up to remove his hood, pinching his skull through greasy, shiny hair.
Ah... it's you! The third generation! No wonder you seemed familiar.
