"Who's there? Show yourself!"
His voice echoed through the empty stone streets, but no answer came.
Only silence.
Leon didn't receive any reply at all, but the strange feeling of being watched didn't disappear. And that inexplicable sensation he couldn't properly describe—it was gone now, but he knew with absolute certainty it wasn't an illusion or his imagination playing tricks on him. Something had genuinely triggered it.
That was real. Whatever that was, it was definitely real.
Now Leon's epic-ranked sword was firmly in his hand, materialized from his inventory in an instant. And for some strange reason, it was buzzing intensely—a clear reminder of his blade's consciousness stirring, just like what had happened last time when he'd fought the Coreborn monster Morpheus, which had nearly killed him.
