Leonel's mind was filled with visions of the winged swordsman.
It was quite a beautiful sight to behold. Every motion was smooth and flowed into the next.
The flap of his wings, the intake of a breath, the swing of his sword. His steps, his Force, his thoughts… It was all in perfect union.
The longer Leonel watched, the deeper he dove into the world.
He could feel the familiar energies trying to assault his mind. But, compared to the past where he nearly died, it almost felt like something was tickling him. The capacity of his mind was simply too far beyond what it had been in the past.
Eventually, Leonel felt that he had been far too cautious.
