The room seemed to vibrate with tension as the confrontation intensified. Fugal, driven mad by the cursed blade, was an unpredictable and relentless adversary. The scarlet-haired lady, now consumed by darkness as well, held her whip with a fierce determination, her eyes bearing the same black letters as the massive man's body.
Leo knew that he had to dig deep within himself to find the strength to continue. He couldn't afford to give in to exhaustion or despair. The fate of not just himself, the Underworld and everything he has been building depended on his ability to push forward.
Taking a deep breath, Leo tried to steady his mind and summon whatever remaining reserves of demonic energy he had left. His blood-red eyes burned with a flicker of defiance as he refused to succumb to the mounting odds stacked against him.