The pain that Leonel had experienced in the last few decades had dulled considerably. His nerves were so fried that it was hard even to carry pain signals back to his brain.
However, right now, it seemed that he had returned to his first few years here. That much would have still been fine… if it wasn't for the fact that his body was in far worse condition than it had been back then.
Even so, the light of almost madness in Leonel's eyes didn't fade.
He had lost count of the number of times these same memories had flashed in his head. Every time he wanted to give in, to give up…
But he also realized that what he was trying to do right now couldn't be accomplished with determination alone. It just… wasn't enough.
A malevolent light flickered in Leonel's eyes. He didn't know if it was an illusion or a trick of the mind, but he could see a fluttering black robe suddenly appear before him.
