The streets were quiet that night, but Leo felt the pulse of power coursing through his veins, a constant reminder that he was no longer the same boy who walked through Zeon Academy's gates. His red eyes scanned the cityscape, the glow from the streetlights flickering across his dark aura. Every shadow seemed to whisper the name that haunted him: Weng Tang.
Leo's thoughts drifted to Zao. His friend didn't know what had happened, didn't know Leo had died—or been reborn. A pang of guilt crossed his mind, but it quickly vanished under the roar of newfound strength. There was no time for hesitation. Revenge demanded action.
He leaped across rooftops with uncanny speed, each landing sending black flames dancing along the edges of his body. Below, the city continued in oblivion, unaware that a storm of darkness moved above them.
Finally, Leo reached a secluded district known for housing the Tang Family's lesser estates. Weng Tang himself was inside a private mansion, celebrating some trivial achievement with his high-profile classmates. Leo crouched on the roof across the street, observing, analyzing.
It's time, he whispered.
Raising his hand, a black chain erupted from his palm, writhing like a living serpent. It slithered through the air, wrapping silently around one of the mansion's guard towers. Within moments, the chain shredded reinforced steel like paper, tearing a path directly toward the estate's backyard.
Leo's grin was cold. Let them see what I've become.
In an instant, he descended into the yard, black flames surrounding him like a storm. The security guards barely had time to react before they were engulfed in scorching infernos, their screams echoing through the night. Leo's movements were fluid, precise, a deadly dance of power and vengeance.
Suddenly, the doors to the mansion burst open. Weng Tang stepped out, golden hair gleaming, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Leo?! How… how is this possible?!" Weng shouted, fear lacing his voice.
Leo tilted his head, letting his aura expand further. Shadows crept along the walls, twisting and dancing like living entities.
"You… made my life hell for years," Leo said, his voice calm, yet chilling. "But now… it's your turn to feel fear."
Weng's face twisted in anger. He lunged forward, attempting to summon whatever superhuman skills he had mastered, but Leo was faster. Black chains lashed out, binding Weng in place. The mansion shook under the intensity of Leo's power, the black flames rising like a storm of darkness.
"You can try to escape," Leo whispered, his voice slicing through the air. "But no one runs from their past."
As the flames grew, Weng struggled, his wealth and influence meaningless in the face of raw power. Leo's aura pulsated, each heartbeat sending ripples of darkness across the estate.
For the first time, Leo felt the rush of vengeance mingled with exhilaration. This was just the beginning. The Tang Family would fall, one by one, until nothing remained.
And from the shadows, a faint smile crept across Leo's face as he prepared for the final strike.
This is the power of someone who refuses to lose.