Leonel's gaze pierced through the skies, Bronze Runes flickering across his body. A tan sheen swept across his skin as though he had suddenly become a polished metal.

'Puppet Master, huh…?'

Leonel flipped his palm, a black spear with countless dangling chains appeared in his hand.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Leonel looked down from the skies, a swath of patrol units converging onto his location. At first, they all showed some level of resistance, but very soon, their gazes became vacant, their eyes glazing over as their movements became more coordinated.

Soon, they moved as though they were a single army.

The possibility that Aina could be turned against him didn't escape Leonel, but he didn't put up any guards against her. This wasn't because he was a fool, but rather because he trusted her.

Though there were few details about Aina that he understood, what he did grasp was her character. She was a woman he would be proud to have by his side. There wasn't a single selfish bone in her body.

Since she opened her mouth to speak of wanting to see him take down the Puppet Master, it was because she was certain that she wouldn't be a burden. And in that… Leonel could trust.

'Watch carefully, then. This back of mine, these shoulders, these hands…'

Leonel felt his body flex, vitality pumping through him without end.

'… They'll always be here to protect you.'

These were the ideals of a man.

Leonel shot forward, a field of gravity erupting around his body. His gaze steeled, his heart freezing over.

He no longer saw the patrolling units as humans. He saw them as numbers and figures, puppets that were standing in his way.

illusory wings appearing to his back as he shot forward with blinding

the frontline of patrol

aura skyrocketed around him, suffocating all those in his

a single cleave, a patrol guard

along the ground, but there wasn't a single scream or shout. A deadpan expression covered the face of the deceased guard as though he hadn't felt any remorse even about his own death. Or maybe… the moment he lost his mind to the

lips, his gaze cold. He stood amidst hundreds

fists gripped around his spear's shaft, the flowing of his

his spear bowed beneath his strength, smashing the patrolling guard into the ground with mere wind pressure before his blade

he didn't know fatigue, as though he didn't know pain. Every blow was just as powerful as the last, if not more powerful. His

of White City had no idea what was happening. They didn't understand why a civil war had suddenly erupted between the people of Earth and many weren't

side should they be fighting alongside?

up until they left their stations

merchant curled. 'So this is

new life falling with his every swing. Blood flew about him like the droplets of a painting, his skin reddening and steam

the instruments of a symphony. His expressions exhibited the focus of a

Leonel wanted Aina to feel his strength,

a final head, hundreds of corpses lying beneath his feet. Blood caked his blade, dripping across his body as though he had just been beneath a rain

A scorching heat billowed

surged around Leonel, causing the temperature

looked up into the skies, his irises flickering

to open. A harsh clash of Elements caused hurricane

a massive white wolf prowled out, a low, rumbling growl causing the hearts of those

it, knights dressed in armors of ice walked, brandishing

gaze shining as a blistering heat continued to

to Leonel's action. However, the attack on Dark Cloud Prison hadn't

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