Leonel couldn't put his fury into words. Even seeing Raynred's pathetic display did nothing to make him feel better.
Just months ago, he had been with these young men and women, fighting to keep their lives, growing friendships, talking about life. Yet, no amount of anger would bring them back. Nothing he did to Raynred would appease him.
Leonel was so agitated that he began to cough violently, the injuries that had yet to heal from his battle with the Puppet Master flaring up.
Soot and char covered air surged out from his mouth. His coughing became so violent that blood began to appear once again, sending his body into complete disarray.
"Leonel!"
Aina worriedly placed a palm against Leonel's chest, her expression warping.
