Leonel barely managed to crawl into a pod and collapse. Truthfully, he had no idea how many days had passed. It might have even been a month for all he knew. He had been so solely focused on a single goal that he could mind anything else.
Everything drifted away and he fell into a deep sleep.
…
When Leonel awoke, his gaze flashed with a blindingly cold light. But when he looked around him, he found himself lying on a bed of ash.
'What the hell…'
"What do you think you're doing destroying my thing?!" Anastasia began to berate him immediately. "Do you know how expensive those things are to make?!"
"Expensive?" Leonel muttered, still a bit confused.
"Yes! Each one you see here took ten years of accumulation for me to make!"
