The Demon's Maw
A mechanical voice echoed quietly inside Leon's mind.[Ding…][You taught your student Moonlight Flicker Strike.][Triggering Critical Hit Return.][Activate?]
Leon didn't react immediately.
For a brief second, he just stood there—still, composed, as if weighing something invisible. Then the corner of his lips curved, subtle but certain.
"Activate."
[Congratulations.][You have obtained Heaven-grade secret technique: Hell Maw Strike.]
That small smile deepened, just a fraction.
Perfect.
That—was exactly what he had been waiting for.
Not luck. Not coincidence.
A result.
Another prompt appeared in his mind.
[Do you want to learn?]
Leon let out a quiet breath, almost like a laugh that never fully formed.
"Yes."
The moment he confirmed—
It hit him.
Not gently. Not slowly.
A torrent.
