This strange thought, once emerged, seemed to plant itself directly, lingering in Leon's mind.
Through the increasingly thin red web, Leon strained to see the gaunt giant enveloped in gray haze, and seemingly in the shattered mirror on its crown, he vaguely saw his own bewildered face.
It's me! It came for me!
Even without any evidence to prove his guess, upon noticing the emaciated face faintly aimed at him, and the abyss relentlessly sinking in the King of Nightmares' eye sockets, Leon instinctively determined that the target was definitely himself!
"How much longer?"
Sensing the impending crisis, Leon took a deep breath, his expression tightening as he urged:
"Hurry up! Just tell me! How much longer before you bring him out!"
"..."
Upon hearing Leon's question, the Snow Woman, forced to sell herself, glared at him, then tightly pursed her thin lips, refusing to speak.
Although you have my body, you'll never have my heart!
"..."
