Leon's voice shook the room, raw with rage.
Golden light cracked through his skin in jagged lines, like it was burning its way out—like his body wasn't built to hold that much power.
Then he screamed.
He slammed his fist into the ground. The floor trembled beneath the blow. Dust burst upward in sharp plumes, golden energy swirling around his knuckles like fire searching for something to burn.
"What the hell is he?! Why is he so strong?!"
Kael looked at him.
Eyes glowing brighter now—cold and calm.
"I told you already," he said, stepping forward.
His voice was low. Icy.
"I'm death."
Kael dashed toward him.
The ground exploded beneath where he'd just stood.
He drove his fist into Leon's stomach.
Then he twisted his body and slammed his fist into his ribs—
A deep, cracking thud echoed through the room.
Leon bent forward, wheezing.
That's when Kael grabbed him by the head—
Fingers digging into his scalp—
And yanked him downward.
At the same time, Kael raised his knee—
