Victory is now looking genuinely within my sight. I just need patience.
She shouted the same demand again, gesturing aggressively for him to descend.
"DEL KRESH! TOR!"
But Leon just continued his relentless ice spear bombardment, ignoring her completely.
However, just then, she stopped shouting and instead tilted her head—wistelled hard for something, as if she had lost her mind.
Why did she stop? What is she wiste—?
Leon was genuinely confused as to why she'd suddenly pause like that in the middle of active combat.
Then, just at that moment, he detected something absolutely terrifying approaching rapidly from directly behind him, because of his kilometer-wide spatial awareness spread around him since the start of the fight.
WHOOOOSH!
He felt something behind him exhale—no sound, just a furnace-hot gust of wind brushing his neck like a breath from hell.
