"Leon, please! Why are you doing this to me? You know how much I love you!"
The voice was perfect—absolutely identical to Seraphine's pleading tone.
Leon knew intellectually it wasn't actually her. His mind was completely certain of that fact. But seeing "her" like that—bloodied, crying, begging—it churned his stomach with maximum anger rather than sympathy.
How DARE it.
He pushed himself even harder, forcing more power into the forming black hole.
But the technique wasn't as stable as his previous attempt. Both Leon and the demon were taking continuous damage from the increasingly volatile spatial distortion, their figures becoming progressively more bloodied.
However, Leon was faring significantly better due to the natural toughness of his Divinordial body, his constant regeneration, and his intimate familiarity with space element itself, mitigating the worst effects.
The monster truly panicked now, sensing its imminent death.
