"This... how is this possible?"
Leon's face was deathly pale beneath his mask, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Hahaha! The Fated One, you never saw this coming, did you?" A cold voice, dripping with triumphant laughter, echoed from behind him.
With a stiff motion, Leon slowly turned his head and saw the man hovering just behind him. The man's right hand had transformed into a row of swords, which had pierced through his back and into his stomach.
"How did you do that?" Leon asked through clenched teeth, his voice cold but laced with agony.
The searing pain from the swords piercing his stomach left him barely able to speak.
Upon hearing the question, the man simply grinned, his expression filled with playful malice.
"Hehehe! You don't need to know how I did it. Now, I'll send you to the god of death!" The man sneered coldly.