The first attack connected — a deep, devastating impact that tore a massive gaping wound across the entity's body, the holy energy burning through its outer mass and reaching toward the core Leon had been tracking through his spatial awareness.
His familiarity with different energy signatures, sharpened over months of fighting, made the core's location almost obvious to him despite the dense corruption surrounding it.
Almost. Not quite.
The first attack wounded it. The second finished the job.
The timing between both strikes had been nearly seamless — no meaningful gap between them, the clone's attack arriving just as the first had done its work of opening the path.
The core ruptured, the holy energy consuming it completely, and the entire entity simply came apart — not explosively, not dramatically, just dissolving outward in dark smoke that thinned and dispersed against the open air.
BOOM! Crackle.
Then silence where the screaming had been.
