It started at his core and propagated outward with horrifying speed—a blackish hue spreading through his flesh like ink dropped into water, his form bulging in ways that the geometry of a human body didn't accommodate. The angles were wrong. The proportions shifted.
Whatever was happening moved faster than conscious decision, faster than intent, as though the process had been waiting for a trigger condition and had been given it.
Self-destruction.
Leon recognized it in the same instant he was already moving.
FWOOSH!
One single Void Step, pushing the technique to its absolute maximum capacity—his spatial range extended to its furthest possible reach, slightly over four kilometers of instantaneous displacement executed in a single motion.
He was approximately four kilometers out when it detonated.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
