Leonel stood in silence, overlooking an island. Moments ago, this island couldn't be said to be vibrant, but it had been bustling with life. Now, however, it was burning in an inferno of flames, slowly sinking into the thick black waters below. There was a light of indifference in his eyes, one that looked down on the world as though no amount of death or destruction could faze him. And yet, that was in direct contrast to the beautiful fluttering violet lights around him.
In his hundred years of seclusion, Leonel had only really been able to focus on himself. The pain of constantly tempering his body with Weapon Forces was obvious enough, but what it taught him a lot about was the state of his body. What was interesting about this approach was that it came with an ingenuity and understanding of his current condition that only those with Clairvoyance could match…
