Leonel frowned as the words descended to him. His body felt frozen in place, but his temper flared and the smokey heat of destruction coming from the corner of his eyes and his feet vibrated wildly.
However, before he shattered the intention of the old woman, he restrained himself and closed his eyes.
He was not happy, not happy in the slightest. He didn't believe for a second that this old woman wouldn't know what would happen when she spoke her name.
Even now, he didn't know that this was the true method of relaying her name. Instead, he felt that she had tried to distract him before levying this attack. Maybe she wasn't even interested in him at all and this was the original intention of these people to begin with.
Ruthless slaughter. Why would she–
Why was he mad?
Leonel pressed his hand against forehead, ignoring the fact that he shouldn't have been able to move.
