Aina felt a crushing feeling in her chest, her vision going dark for a moment. She wasn't quite sure how to breathe or even think any longer.

Her hands slipped from Leonel, her arms no longer seeming to have the strength to hold on. Her knees grew weak and an imbalance she would have easily been able to correct in her peak condition was her undoing. She fell to her butt, her vision blurred and her mind foggy.

The wind seemed to be sucked out of the arena, a response no one could have expected falling to their ears. However, the silence that followed didn't last very long at all.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

The enraged roar shook the arena even more violently than anything Aina could have done. The golden barrier of Force directly shattered in one location, forming an enormous whole as a streak of crimson tore a path out from it, the furious howl of a father penetrating the skies.

Leonel didn't even have the time to turn his head in that direction. All he could do was stir his Lineage Factor, his Bronze Runes vibrating to life in full force and a halo wafting with violet fog appearing above his head.

BANG!

The fist threatened to collapse an entire side of Leonel's face.

went limp for a moment, his brain rattling around his skull like an unleashed pin pong ball

what remained of Leonel's shirt

as he prepared to launch an even more powerful

right here and now,

BANG!

as he felt his bones snap one after another. Even after using his Runes to disperse the impact and spread it throughout himself,

one good eye, however, continued to look forward, a frosty light hidden within them as they watched

as malevolent. A smoldering abyssal valley of darkness

forward one more time, though, an almost

STOP IT RIGHT

hadn't even waned in the slightest, even meeting Leonel's cold gaze over a distance of several hundred meters. He wanted

never forgive you…" Aina spoke with what strength she had left. "… Please take me away, I don't

his face had

his robes. He couldn't help but feel his own heart breaking. There was no rage worth leaving his daughter in this

glance backward, the crimson in his

hand, causing the Brazinger family's Heirloom to snap into his palm. In those moments, it felt like the reappearance of a War Lord. There was no doubt that had Miel had this blade in

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