Leonel's smile almost felt like the smile of a devil in their eyes. It felt like they were staring into the maw of the abyss, his presence making their hearts unwittingly palpitate.
Staring into his eyes, it felt that from the very start, he had their hopes and dreams in the palms of his hand.
It didn't make sense for him to be so calm and unhurried, for him to carelessly come into the location they were the absolute strongest in just to snub their noses. And yet, feeling his confidence, they realized without taking action that there was little they could do to change things, even if they wanted to.
They realized that this boy had already grasped onto their weakness, and the situation was entirely under their control.
"What do you want?"
This time, it wasn't Lady Emberheart who spoke. It was the old lady of the two Ancestors.
