Leon Has Arrived

Dark clouds blanketed the sky.

An enormous, ancient, mysterious gate stood suspended in midair, fully open, spilling forth the aura of death that did not belong to the human world.

Scathach stood atop it, looking down at the rare sight below.

Vortigern had taken the form of a giant dragon. He was indeed powerful.

But that also meant he had been driven into a corner and had no choice but to use his final trump card.

Once he was defeated, there would be no turning back.

In the palace square, the black dragon raised its proud head and swept its gaze around. Seeing Gawain and Lancelot hiding far away, contempt filled its sharp vertical pupils.

"How is it?...