Hearing these words, Elysium's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
When a man like him lost control of his emotions, the skies changed color and the earth seemed to flip.
The entirely artistic conception of the world was flipped on its head as though it had been plunged into a world of nightmares.
Swirls of chaos began to appear in space like the canvas of a Van Gogh painting. A rainbow of dark colors slathered themselves across the skies, and part of the earth below seemed to act both as careless currents of water and the hardest diamond.
It was a casual use of strength and power that Leonel had never seen before, one that should have rocked him to the very core, and yet the indifference in his eyes only deepened to the point that it gave way to disdain, as though he had just broken through another one of the nine levels of Hell.
