Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both

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The aftermath of the vortex was cataclysmic. As the swirling darkness expanded into a colossal black hole, its gravitational pull intensified, consuming everything in its path.

The forest became a battleground of destruction, ravaged by the black hole's insatiable hunger.

Trees were uprooted from their roots with their massive trunks and branches hurtling through the air like fragile toys.

The very ground seemed to writhe and convulse as the black hole's pull grew stronger, the once-stable terrain now a chaotic mess of debris and turmoil.

Leon, caught in the overwhelming force of the vortex, realized the gravity of his situation.

His body was buffeted by the gale of darkness, and he felt a chilling, dragging force pulling at him. The energy of the black hole threatened to tear him apart. His scales and armor were pressed to their limits, and he could feel the air being violently yanked away from him.

"FUCK!"

"I knew it..I knew it.."

Leon cursed vehemently

The reason he didn't like using this power is because if it gets uncontrolled it's gonna kill himself.

Desperate to escape the imminent danger, Leon summoned his draconic wings.

With a powerful thrust, he leaped into the air, his wings beating furiously against the chaotic winds. The force of the vortex was immense, but Leon used his shadows to push himself.

 He fought against the pull with every ounce of strength he had, his wings slicing through the turbulent air.

As he soared, the black hole's force continued to drag at him, the sensation of being pulled backward a constant reminder of the peril he faced.

His heart raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he struggled to maintain control amidst the maelstrom.

In a moment of desperation, Leon called hordes of Undead Griffith.

Griffiths emerged from the darkness, his spectral form shimmering with an eerie glow. The undead warrior's presence provided a brief respite from the black hole's relentless pull.

Griffith's spectral power combined with Leon's dark energy created a counter-force, pushing back against the vortex's gravitational pull. The bird assisted Leon in breaking free from the black hole's grip.

Despite Griffith's help, the battle was far from over. The black hole's churning mass continued to grow, its influence spreading across the landscape. The once-vibrant forest was now a desolate wasteland, with the black hole at its center, a gaping maw of destruction.

Leon, his wings straining under the immense pressure, fought to keep his altitude, his eyes locked on the expanding vortex.

Every muscle in his body was tensed, and every ounce of his willpower focused on escaping the catastrophic force that threatened to consume him.

As Leon soared through the devastated landscape, he suddenly heard a piercing scream. It cut through the chaotic winds and reached his ears with a raw, desperate intensity. Instinctively, Leon's eyes darted towards the source of the sound.

"HELLPPP!"

"I AM Lost!"

Below him, amidst the wreckage, a naked boy emerged from the smoke and debris. His body was smeared with dirt, and he clutched a spear in his trembling hands. The boy's eyes were wide with terror as he screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice a desperate cry for help.

Leon's sharp gaze locked onto the boy, and a dark realization settled over him that forced him to curse.

"How the hell did this guy appear out of nowhere?"

"Damn! Should I just leave!"

With a grim snarl, Leon conjured a chain of darkness, its tendrils writhing and snapping as they coiled around his hand. He extended the chain, whipping it through the air with deadly precision.

The dark chain lashed out, snaking through the wreckage and wrapping around the boy's neck with a sickening thud.

The boy's screams grew more frantic as the chain tightened, dragging him through the debris. Leon descended rapidly as his wings beating furiously to maintain his speed.

As he landed, he grabbed the chain with a vicious yank, pulling the boy closer. The boy's cries of terror echoed through the ravaged forest, a haunting counterpoint to the devastation.

Leon's eyes blazed with fury as he stared down at the boy.

"What the hell are you screaming for, kid?" he roared, his voice a harsh, guttural growl. "This mess is all your fucking fault, wandering around in the middle of this chaos!"

The boy's eyes were filled with pure, unadulterated fear. He struggled against the chain, the spear falling from his grasp as he flailed. "Please… help me!" the boy begged, his voice breaking.

Leon's face twisted into a scowl.

"Help you? No, what the fuck you are doing here in the middle of nowhere?" He jerked the chain roughly, dragging the boy through the debris as he ran.

The boy continued to scream, his voice growing hoarse from the exertion but the sound of whooshing black holes behind drowned the voice entirely.

Leon's anger flared, and he gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin.

 "Shut the fuck up!" he snapped. "You want to scream, you better scream louder, because that's the only thing you're good for right now!"

Leon dragged the boy through the wreckage, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of further danger. The boy's frantic cries and the harsh, unforgiving tones of Leon's voice formed a grim symphony amidst the ruins.

The forest behind had became a charred wasteland, and after a struggle he was finally out of that shitty thing.

Finally, as the boy's screams faded into exhausted whimpers, Leon halted. He tossed the boy to the ground, the chain vanishing as he released his hold. Leon stood over him, his chest heaving with the aftermath of the battle. His face was a mask of grim satisfaction and brutal indifference..

As he soared higher, the black hole's pull gradually lessened, the immediate danger of being dragged in disappeared.

However, the destruction left in its wake was a sobering reminder of the devastation unleashed. The once-lush forest was now a fractured, smoking ruin, a stark testament to the power of the darkness Leon had wielded.

Leon's gaze remained fixed on the horizon as he flew away from the scene, the landscape below a smoldering testament to the battle's ferocity. He knew that while he had escaped the immediate danger, the cost of the battle had been profound.

Then his eyes fell on the dirt smeared boy.Earlier, the boy was screaming to tell him something but he wasn't able to hear it due to black hole sound.

After things calmed down he observed the guy.

His torn pants were just enough to cover his crotch.

Just as he wondered what an exhibitionist doing out there, the boy who was gasping heavily looked at him with a stunned expression and screamed,"Brother Leon, it's it you?"

"What the fuck?"

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