Leon and his team stood before the yawning mouth of a cave, their armor glinting faintly against the eerie crimson glow of the distorted sky. Despite the ominous roars echoing through the land and the tremors rippling beneath their feet, they dismissed it as just another strange occurrence in the Labyrinth Grove. How wrong they were.
The tension in the air was palpable, yet they focused solely on their task. Leon, at the head of the group, moved with purpose, his steps echoing in the uneasy silence that hung around the cave. The frigid gust of air from the cavern's depths seemed almost alive, curling around him like a warning. He didn't falter.
His blue eyes gleamed, reflecting not just determination but a suppressed malice and an undercurrent of madness that seemed ready to boil over.
