"Young man... Do not withdraw the sword, for now is not the time..."
At the sudden sound, Leon, gripping the hilt of the black sword with the clear intention of drawing and pulling it out, snapped back to reality in an instant.
"Ha? What just happened?" Leon muttered, his confusion evident as he glanced downward, only to be startled by what met his eyes.
"Shit! What have I done!?" Leon cursed loudly, fear etched across his face as he hastily took a few steps back, his gaze locked in horror upon the black sword.
He couldn't fathom why he had involuntarily approached the sword with the intention of pulling it out.
All Leon could recall was the voice that seemed to have entranced him earlier.
"Damn it! Could it be those voices?" Leon conjectured, growing increasingly convinced of this explanation.
Apart from the voices echoing in his mind, who else could it be?
