Even the heavens
Balmon's frown deepened as he sensed the oppressive demonic energy emanating from the old, tattered scarf that hung around Leo's neck. It was a seemingly unassuming accessory, but Balmon, with his keen senses, knew better.
This dirty old scarf held an extraordinary power, one that was on par with his own formidable demonic lion armor. The realization dawned on him that Leo possessed a high-level demonic artifact, a weapon of equal magnitude to Balmon's own.
The sinister energy of the scarf seemed to swirl with a malevolent intent, and the aura it exuded was as ancient and powerful as the very ruins they stood within. Balmon, while locked in a battle of power, couldn't help but find this revelation more fascinating than intimidating. His eyes, gleaming with curiosity, locked onto Leo's.