Paul had to take a second look at the person in front of him because it wasn't the Leo he knew at the military base. It was the Leo he had seen a long time ago. He looked like the spitting image of the Blind hero who had fought in the war around thirty years ago, but that seemed impossible.
'How could he have gotten younger?'
At that moment, Paul had stopped his attacks trying to figure out whether or not, he was fighting against a friend or foe.
"Leo, it's you right? I don't know what happened, but maybe we can talk this out?" Paul said.
However, Leo wasn't listening to his words, instead he picked up his sword once again, and gripped the hilt even tighter than before. More than anything, right now he wanted to cut the special black rock.
"Continue!" Leo shouted.
