(Planet Granada, Leo's POV)
Both Mauriss and Leo had two cards and one special multiplier card left now.
One attack.
One defend.
And one final amplification that could decide everything, as the match narrowed into its final state where every remaining possibility could be traced, and every mistake carried absolute consequence.
With Leo's golem having taken significantly less damage compared to Mauriss, he now held a minimum eighty percent chance at a draw or outright victory from this position.
While the chances of Mauriss turning this around depended entirely on whether the Deceiver could navigate the shrinking field of options with perfect precision or not.
However, as Leo lifted his gaze towards Mauriss, something felt different.
For the first time since the game had begun, Mauriss's expression changed.
The manic amusement that had defined him until now began to fade, as his features settled into something far quieter and sharper.
