Leon could tell. None of them expected much from him.
To them, he was just someone new, someone inexperienced, someone who would likely struggle to keep up, and in a place like this, that usually meant one thing: death.
At best, he might act as support. At worst… he'd be nothing more than a distraction. A meatshield.
Leon didn't care. Not even a little.
If anything, their expectations made things simpler for him.
"I'll go," he said calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Because to him, this wasn't about proving anything to them. It was about the chests.
If he could get even one… Then he would get everything inside it.
And that alone would be enough to push him even further ahead.
'I managed to kill the [Forsaken General],' Leon thought quietly, his eyes narrowing slightly as that memory surfaced again, 'So the [Forsaken Minotaur]… and the third one… they can't be that much worse.'
Of course, he knew it wasn't that simple.
