Leonel could feel his blood boiling for some reason.
Although he continued to sit there in silence, there was a violent sort of pressure radiating out from him. Other than Jo'Anes, who continued to kneel before him, everyone else felt themselves shivering from head to toe.
For a moment, they thought they were in the presence of Gervaise and not his grandson… somehow, their momentum felt practically the same in volume and strength.
Leonel, however, wasn't paying attention to his Fawkes family at all. Instead, still reclining, his head was angled to the skies almost as though he was cloud gazing.
The roof of the factory had already been shredded apart and much of the factory was a mess due to the clash between him and Jo'Anes. And yet, he seemed to be perfectly at home.
