Why We Draw the Sword!!! [Part 3]
The silence itself carried a strange weight.
No one spoke.
No one seemed willing to be the first to break it.
They had all witnessed Leon's previous sword strike.
That single strike had been enough to change the entire battle.
Even now, the image remained fresh in their minds.
The terrifying sword intent.
The overwhelming power hidden within that single flash.
And the moment the Supreme Demonic Sword descended, the entire battlefield had seemed to hold its breath.
It was difficult to forget something like that.
Mike stood quietly among the others.
His grey hair fluttered gently in the night wind, occasionally brushing against his face. His black eyes remained fixed on Leon, carrying a complicated emotion that even he could not completely conceal.
He had known Leon for a long time.
He had watched him grow.
He had personally witnessed the changes Leon had gone through.
And yet...
Seeing Leon standing there now still felt unreal.
