In the dimly shrouded cathedral, Leo, concealed behind his menacing fox mask, sneered at the towering figure of Father Gabriel, his voice carrying an unsettling mix of mockery and certainty.
"This is not merely the return of the demon clan," Leo retorted with a cold determination, his words laced with an air of impending revelation. "This is the revival of the great race, whose place has been stolen by the heavens."
The faint sneer on Leo's lips remained steadfast, hidden behind the haunting guise of the black fox mask. His words echoed through the obscured expanse, resonating with a chilling certainty that bore the weight of ominous foreknowledge.
But Father Gabriel, undaunted by Leo's ominous proclamation, stood resolute. His towering presence exuded an unyielding strength, his countenance a picture of steadfast determination despite the encroaching darkness.