The fury in Leonel's eyes was still smoldering, but he loosened his grip on his spear a bit, allowing his agitated heart to calm.
He rolled a thumb over his engraved wedding ring, allowing the habit to calm him further.
He had to control what he could control. His own emotions were certainly one of them. He couldn't allow himself to fly off the handle at the slightest hint of a provocation.
This time, it was a combination of two factors: the weight of the events and the timing, along with the agitation to his Weapon Forces.
He could feel keenly that just triggering this battlefield alone wasn't enough to slip the hands of the Demoness. She had planned for so long, and she had already seen his Weapon Forces before. It was more than likely that she had some sort of contingency plan for this.
