Leon didn't raise his voice.
He didn't quicken his pace.
But something in his gaze shifted - subtly, as if a thin layer of courtesy had been peeled away, revealing something far colder beneath.
Ragnar ground his teeth.
In a single instant, the pieces connected - the man who had killed the giant boar… who had survived despite the zombie horde Ragnar himself had lured there… was now standing in front of him. Healthy. Strong. Looking at him with that same calm he had watched from afar that night.
Which meant only one thing.
The plan had failed.
Leon took another step forward, stopping clearly within combat range. His voice remained calm, yet there was something in it that sent a cold shiver down even Victor's and Arnold's spines.
"You know," he added, "I usually don't have a problem with people trying to kill me. It's a new world. Everyone schemes."
His eyes locked onto Ragnar's face.
"But I don't like it when someone does it from behind my back."
