Crackles of air shook around Leonel as he picked up his spear, stepping off of the wall and falling to the ground with what looked almost like a light brush with the soil.
A minor puff of dust rose up around his feet, but other than this, one would have thought that a feather had fallen from the skies.
Leonel exhaled a breath, trying to control his temper. But as he walked forward to the coming armies, he was finding it more and more difficult to do so.
Something rattled around inside of him, his body wanting to erupt. It was tempered by his own several controls and his insights for the future, but like a wild dog bucking against its chain, he could feel that it truly wanted to unleash.
The two armies came to a stop.
Vaelin and Ger'Ain stood at their helms, their eyes glowing with murderous intent as they locked onto Leonel…
And maybe for good reason.
