Leon's eyes widened as the list of evolvable items appeared before him:
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[Crimson Fang Blade]+
[Mirror Split]+
[Ironshade Warplate]+
[Phantom Edge – Form 1: Flicker Fang]+
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At first glance, it looked normal—clean, organized, and system-standard.
But to Leon, it was far from comforting.
There were no previews, no hints, no descriptions of what each evolution would become. Just a single glowing '+' beside each item.
It was like reaching into a box and hoping to pull out a blade instead of a bomb. He didn't like that—leaving things to luck.
Especially not now.
Just as he clenched his jaw, still deliberating, a low snarl echoed across the chamber. The Cerberus, pushed back once before, had risen again—shaking rubble from its fur, three pairs of burning red eyes locked onto Leon with pure, unfiltered rage.
It didn't care what Leon was or how he had hurt it.
It just knew it wanted to kill him.
