Pressure that would crush an ordinary person barely earned a flicker from him.
Leo, however, was no less remarkable.
As the man destined to become this world's greatest villain, he possessed the same terrifying composure, razor-sharp intellect, and commanding presence. Every deduction he made was calculated, every word carefully chosen, and every move concealed layers of intent.
In many ways, he was Luke's perfect counterpart.
One represented the light.
The other thrived in the shadows.
Neither was willing to yield.
As their eyes met, an invisible pressure seemed to spread through the room. The air itself grew heavy, as though two apex predators were silently testing each other's resolve before deciding who would strike first.
Hera and the others instinctively fell silent.
No one dared interrupt.
