Leonel sent a casual glance over. There was no one capable of sneaking up on him, not among these people. He had already seen through them long ago.

It was a man-a Demon, rather. But he looked quite human aside from the purple scale on his forehead and the horns on his head. Even with this, though, he looked absolutely immaculate, reminding Leonel a lot of Elthor in that way. Neither were human, but both seemed to meet the aesthetic in ways human men could not.

Leonel looked down at the slender fingers grabbing his arm. The grip was light if it could be called a grip at all. It was more like a pat.

"Do you need something?" Leonel asked.

The Demon smiled, "my name is Thorne."

"You didn't answer my question," Leonel replied.

Thorne chuckled. "I think this has gone on for long enough, don't you think? You've already vented your anger."

"Have I?" Leonel asked, a smile spreading across his face.

"You know, in the world I come from, they always said Demons were vicious creatures without morality. I didn't think I'd meet such a soft one."

Thorne laughed even louder. "Don't all Races have their lessers? I've always heard that Humans are weak and fragile, are you the same?"

The question was rhetorical.

"A temporary ailment," Leonel replied without missing a beat.

narrowed. "The implications of those words are quite dangerous, you

to exist, and yet trash keeps trying to get in my way. What's the difference between whether I speak or not? Are you going to reach out

hushed silence spread, even Thorne didn't dare to speak, at

Leonel's lip curled.

dangerous game," Thorne finally

I am. So how about you get your hand the fuck off of me before I skewer you like him? I've killed

to come out from the soles of Leonel's feet

his hand back reflexively, feeling that

was still struggling to hold onto the spear, but the flame was so

his body began to break down beneath all their eyes. And yet, Leonel just stood there, gazing forward, his pale violet irises flickering with the reflection of

very surface of a star. Even the clothing of people far off into the distance seemed to spontaneously combust, the Fire Force in the air multiplying to the point there didn't seem

Leonel's face as the flames danced across it seemed to be marked into their very souls, a moment that

BANG.

fell to the floor, the heat of the blade having been so great that he was sliced in two, the

By this point, his self-forged body was nothing more than a weakness to be exploited. Maybe if he had a weaker

tossed it in his palms as though it

he was finished, Rhangyl wasn't even recognizable. He

death, he couldn't separate easily,

worth it," Thorne said lightly. "The world isn't a place you can be as willful as

looked over. "You're an

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