The sky catches fire.
Literally. Heat waves ripple upward from Tobias like liquid mercury, distorting the air so violently that neighboring buildings shimmer like mirages. Windows crack in patterns before exploding outward in glittering cascades.
Tobias surrounds himself with a tornado of flame that scorches the ground in a fifty-foot radius. The very air becomes toxic, oxygen burning away faster than lungs can process it. Leon tastes copper and ash with every breath.
His armor has melted to his skin in places, metal fused with flesh in ways that'll leave interesting scars if he survives. Blood trails down his face, mixing with sweat that evaporates before it can drip. Both his Elite Mage and Assassin zombies flicker like bad reception, their spectral forms barely holding together.
Civilians flee in blind panic. Smart move. Emergency sirens wail across the district as Hunter Association teams mobilize for containment. Leon wonders if they'll arrive in time to collect his ashes.
