"What on earth is that appearance… Leonardo?"
Signut's voice carried a rare edge of unease.
Leonardo stood before him, yet he looked nothing like the man he once knew.
Unlike the Demons they had encountered so far—twisted, grotesque creatures driven purely by instinct—Leonardo's form was… refined. Controlled. Almost knightly.
His skin had darkened to a deep black, similar to the others, but over it lay something else—an armor-like layer that clung to his body like a second skin. It wasn't metal, yet it gleamed faintly, pulsing with an eerie, unnatural energy.
Bleak. Heavy.
And beneath it… something deeper.
Something unsettlingly familiar.
Signut's eyes narrowed.
I've felt this before.
A memory surfaced—Claris, Lisa… the strange power they had used.
The so-called "devil's power."
Leonardo's aura was almost identical.
No—worse.
Where Lisa's power had been sharp and overwhelming, this… this felt murky. Contaminated. Like a pool of water left to rot.
