"Finished?" Leonel spoke to Anastasia.
It had been over a week since Leonel's last battle, and he had been forced to sit with his rage for a long while. But he knew that he didn't have much of a choice.
Being too eager right now would have the opposite effect. His killing intent had already leaked into the Dream Plane, and it could be said that most Dream Force experts were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But the number that knew it was him should be zero.
Leonel was no longer the same vulnerable young man he was in the past. Although he had yet to form a Dharma, his Dream Force had already reached the very limits of the Creation State. There didn't exist anyone in the world that could manipulate or see through his mind as they pleased… at least not without him noticing.
