If not for the Sylvans, much of the information about Leonel wouldn't have already spread so far. They were the only ones capable of seeing through him so easily, and it had only made Leonel's situation all the worse.
Now, there was one camping outside of his world as though he was eager to capitalize on his situation even more.
Leonel was already pissed off to an extreme. Seeing this, he was even more infuriated.
He remembered words he had said a long time ago… there would come a time when people heard the Morales name and quaked in fear…
In that case, he would kill, and kill, and kill… not until they feared, but until he alone was satisfied.
Bracken's screams rang out as he tried to rip himself out of the ground, but it was already too late. The moment he appeared before Leonel in such a precarious situation, he was already finished. He had no one but himself to blame for underestimating the human race so much.
BANG!
