[Activated Adrenaline Surge.]
[Remaining time: 90s]
Leo's senses sharpened to a razor's edge, his mind numbing, adrenaline flooding his veins like fire. A wild smile spread across his face, crimson eyes hollow—no pain, no rage, just an eerie void. "Let's see what fear of death can do," he said, voice low, chilling.
He vanished in a blink, leaving Valtharion's purple eyes darting, searching the dark domain.
Leo appeared before the fallen katana, crouching, snatching it, and vanishing again. Valtharion's helm tilted, confusion flickering. This was his domain—none could outmatch him here. Yet this kid moved like a ghost. Leo flickered into view at Valtharion's side, too fast to track.
"Surprise, motherfucker," he muttered, voice dripping with menace.
Valtharion spun, greatsword swinging in a desperate arc, shadows trailing. Leo ducked, the blade screaming over his head, slicing air.
He surged forward, katana slashing upward, a fiery streak aimed at Valtharion's chest.
CLANG!
