Forgiveness

Clang!

Sparks flew as Leon thrust out the Holy Spear, blocking the sneak attack sword strike concealed within the lightning. He raised his head and looked at the indistinct face hidden amid the thunderbolts—it was Mordred.

"It's been a long time, Mordred."

Leon's voice carried a trace of hoarseness. With a casual exertion of his arm, he swept up the Holy Spear, knocking away both the incoming demonic sword and the crimson lightning.

The lightning struck the ruins nearby, blasting debris into the air. Dust and smoke rose, spreading through the surroundings.

Leon looked over. Through the haze, he saw a blurry figure slowly rise to its feet and walk in this direction.

"Mord..."