leo

Intro Fractured Hearts in the Dying Light (Leo’s POV) I stand here, amid the chaos of a world collapsing in real time, trying desperately to make sense of the unbearable horror around me. Every sound—a scream, a cry, the clashing of weapons—echoes like a dagger in my heart. I can hardly breathe as I watch the unthinkable: our family, our heroes, falling one by one. I see Syrah first. In an instant, the gentle soul who embodied our peace is struck down. Her light fades, and blood spills onto the broken earth. My stomach twists with grief. I feel as if I’m watching someone I loved slip away forever. I want to scream out in anguish, to demand that the world stop this relentless nightmare, but shock has robbed me of the power to speak. Then, my eyes dart to Nira and Pibel. They fought valiantly, their eyes burning with determination, but Shadow’s merciless strike leaves them crumpled on the ground. Their final cries mix with the rising din of the battlefield—a chorus of agony that sears itself into my memory. I feel anger rising from deep within, a furious, burning need to avenge the fallen, yet an equally overwhelming sorrow threatens to engulf me. How can something so brutal occur right before our eyes? I turn, and there, standing firm despite the madness, are Sol and I. Sol’s presence is a quiet anchor—his dark, sad eyes betray the depth of pain he hides beneath his calm exterior. I see my own heartache reflected in him. And I, with the weight of my own past sins and the bitter sting of betrayal still fresh, can only watch as R.H.U.M. loses himself completely in this maelstrom of destruction. I remember the day I learned the truth—the day my own bloodline was tainted by darkness. My father had joined the Demon King, and I was forced into unspeakable acts under mind control. I carry that guilt with me every day, and now I see it mirrored in R.H.U.M.'s tortured eyes. It makes my blood boil and my heart shatter simultaneously. All around me, I hear voices—each