Deafening footsteps echoed while empty air swept through the dungeon Leon stood in.
He wiped the blood off his face with his forearm, then looked straight at the dark bodies rushing toward him.
"Even if I have to die." He said in a low voice, then exhaled once. "I will die with all of you."
In the distance, Aurelian smiled, then vanished, turning into countless black-and-white feathers which spun in the air.
"AURELIAN!" Leon screamed so hard that dust began falling from the ceiling, causing the Syrs to stop for a second before continuing to move forward.
Leon took in a deep breath, then pulled out the two war discs from his back.
When he spread his arms apart, the silver-bladed surface transformed into gold as light seeped out of Leon's veins and snaked around the discs.
Without hesitation, Leon dashed forward into the wave of Syrs and cut through them like trimming weeds.
