The atmosphere was quite somber, and maybe the location didn't help very much.
Leonel's brothers sat in silence around a table, bottles of alcohol sitting half finished as they reclined, lost in their own worlds. The smell was so strong that it felt as though a mixture of 99% rubbing alcohol and a field of roses were smashed and mashed into one, releasing a peculiar scent that made one's nose red.
They had been stuck like that for quite a long time. It was as though they could feel the heaviness of Leonel's mood and it had been transferred over to them.
This couldn't be helped. After being resurrected under Leonel's power, they felt the influence of his soul. Once they regained their own bodies, they no longer felt that sort of fanaticism that his soul constructs did, but they could still feel Leonel more clearly than they could in the past. This was only more exaggerated since some of them had experienced that feeling not just once, but twice.
