Leonel's aura seemed to rip through the veil of the world itself, towering up with such ferocity that even the clouds were pierced.
A Royal Crest Dharma appeared in the air once more, but this time it grew more shimmering and resplendent.
The spear hidden within became flooded by Force as it poured in from all directions. Like a dam that had been breached, the floodwaters barraged their way forward, moving with such momentum that even the Regulator couldn't hold them back anymore.
Leonel's spear howl shot through the air, the cracked blade in his hand shuddering as it underwent a baptism that shocked the world.
The bow followed suit.
Leonel had lifted his bow up a single time since coming to this city, and there was a reason for that. He had always been confident in his path forward when it came to the bow. He knew that if he could succeed with his spear, his bow would only naturally follow.
That was his confidence as a marksman.
