A glass barrier shattering resounded. Violent cyclones of violet energy surged, enveloping Leonel's body in what almost looked like a cocoon.
By the time the energy faded and Leonel's form appeared again, he seemed to radiate with an innate sort of excellence, his bronzed body exuding a faint purple light that seemed to make those around him gravitate toward him.
Leonel's eyes slowly opened, a blinding light shooting out from their depths.
He sat up, his face expressionless. But, when he caught a glimpse of his hair out of the corner of his eye, he could only smile somewhat bitterly.
From its bronze sheen, Leonel's hair had become a bright white gold, so bright, in fact, that it almost looked as though it was made out of motes of light rather than hair filaments.
As though this wasn't odd enough, there was a faint violet color emitting from it. From the right angle, it almost looked as though Leonel had extremely pale purple hair.
