Leonel's smoldering fury still flickered in his eyes. He gave a look toward the old man's statue and swung out once, destroying it.
The Idol Battlefield shook with rage and indignation, but Leonel didn't even bother to dignify it with a response.
Now, in this long corridor, there was only one statue.
Velasco stood tall and proud with a pair of glasses on his face, his expression haughty enough to look down on the world.
It was the expression he deserved to have, one that Leonel had always hoped for him. Had his father been allowed to step onto the world stage, just how powerful would he have been able to become?
What Leonel didn't know was that he wasn't supposed to kill that old man. He was very different from the other spirits as he was part of a man who was very much still living and breathing.
