Leon had always been the one who didn't hesitate. He moved fast, hit hard, and left no room for second-guessing. It was the only way he knew how to survive.
But standing here with Matt, feeling the weight of everything they had been through, he realized that survival had never been about speed or strength. It was about what you were willing to lose—and what you were willing to fight for.
"You good?" he asked Matt, his voice hard with purpose.
Matt nodded, though it was clear from his posture that he wasn't.
Leon didn't press. There wasn't time for any more questions. If they were going to take down Bishop and stop him from destroying everything they had left, they had to move now. Aaron was ready. Leon could see it in his eyes. The hunger for retribution was burning brighter than ever, and they would follow him until the very end.
Without another word, Leon led the way out of the shadows. The final stage of this war had begun. There was no turning back. Bishop was waiting, and they weren't going to let him win.