Leonel could feel the Artistic Conception behind Myghell's strike just as clearly as he could see the scythe of Force blazing toward him. It was as though something about Myghell's comprehension had a breath of life of its own, whispering into the ears of all who saw it. Of course, this wasn't out of the kindness of its heart. Rather, it was due to an inborn arrogance, the kind that refused to allow itself to be unknown and ignored.
The roar of Force was deafening and as everything else fell to darkness, it was the one and only source of light.
Leonel's lip couldn't help but curl. Faced with such an unbridled haughtiness, the hidden foundation of his own persona that silently fueled his every action and thought seemed to have been stirred. For Myghell to make it seem like he was the only source of light in this world before him…
How arrogant could you get?
'Kinetic Domain.'
