The darkened chamber echoed with the faint whispers of ancient curses as Father Gabriel, rising with a grimace etched deeply on his face, scanned the spot where Hellion's teeth had torn into his flesh. His brow furrowed at the festering wound, a corruption seeping through, tainted by the demonic energy.
As he moved to place his hand over the wound, a sharp, excruciating pain pierced through his back, jolting him forward. His eyes widened in sheer shock, blood trickling from his lips as he struggled to comprehend the unexpected betrayal. With agonizing effort, he twisted his head, his gaze locking onto the figure protruding from his shadow—a figure garbed in a unique demonic gauntlet adorned with menacing claws.
The partial silhouette revealed Leo, half-shrouded within the priest's darkness. A wicked grin stretched across his countenance as he slowly peeled away the fox mask concealing his features. Gabriel's horror deepened as recognition dawned upon him.