Leon landed hard.
Stone cracked beneath his boots, weight stabilizing as he rose in a crouch. Fog spiraled around him in soft coils, but he didn't look up. Not yet.
His fingers moved.
Two quick gestures—old reflexes coded deep.
The circle appeared beside him, silent and blue, drawn in flickering runes etched with bone memory.
[Summon: Tobias – Execution Class]
[Summon: Spear Warrior – Assault Variant]
Light split the ground.
From the left, Tobias emerged in silence. Black coat trailing mist. No words. No breath. Just a flicker of presence and the glint of a broken-blade dagger catching faint light.
From the right, the Spear Warrior stepped into the world like a hammer being drawn. Bronze-tinted bone, armor patched with scavenged plating, a long metal spear locked to its back like a spine extension. It stood upright, eyes dark, still waiting.
Leon didn't waste time.
"Tobias. Right flank. Eliminate mourners. No delays."
