The fury bubbling up in Leonel's heart practically took a tangible form. And soon, that was exactly what it did.
His feet smoldered, the corners of his eyes billowing with thick tendrils of smoke.
He wanted nothing more than to find someone to vent this frustration on, but there was no one but his father here before him.
And the worst part?
It wasn't even truly his father.
He had already realized it during his battle with the others, but while they might have their personalities and their quirks, they didn't have their memories, and they certainly never spoke.
They might as well have been mindless husks that only knew how to swing their spears around.
But this was a step too far. Much too far.
