Karm no longer floated—he descended.
With a wave of his staff, thorned tendrils erupted from the ground and coiled around Leon's limbs. Not tight enough to break him—but enough to hold judgment.
And then—
"Sin Manifest: For the Life You Took in Vain."
A spear of white-hot energy plunged through Leon's shoulder.
"Sin Manifest: For the Power You Abused."
"Sin Manifest: For the Life You Let Die."
Each invocation came with a blow. A wound. A memory forced to the surface.
Leon dropped to a knee, gritting his teeth. Blood fell. His shell reverberated, but there was no rhythm. No clarity.
He was being undone by his own choices.
"How do you plead, Leon?" the Judicator intoned.
Leon's fist clenched.
And then, with a breath of molten fury, he rose.
"I don't plead," he said coldly. "I fight."
He raised his hand—and unleashed the full fusion:
Destruction Core: Cataclysm Vein.
Aether Blood: Chrono Conduit.
Gold Magic: Crowned Echo.
Abyssal Mana: Mirrorbane Leech.
