The Pluto Race youth was in a sorry state. It was already odd seeing someone so heavily injured not bleed even a drop of blood, but that was maybe the constant state of the Pluto race.. on the rare occasion that they were actually hurt, that is.
"You… you… what happened?"
Leonel walked by the El'Rion, ignoring him. He could spare a few words for his mother, but El'Rion wasn't such a person to him. In fact, if he could kill El'Rion and take The Hourglass, he would do so. Unfortunately, he would have to waste his best opportunity to get his hands on that item until he could figure out a method to take it away without it ripping his arm from his shoulder.
El'Rion's gaze flickered, but he didn't say anything. Leonel had already been in a bad state when he met him, but this…
Leonel continued to walk, the further he got out of the range of the original battlefield, the further he could blink ahead.
Eventually, he made it.
