The roars of the beasts were relentless, and the echo of Leonel's heartbeat even more so.

It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough.

He wanted her dead, truly dead. But he could still feel that arrogant pair of eyes, that annoying smile, that chuckle that seemed to say that she had everything under control.

It was so infuriating, it was so...

Leonel's mind swam and his heart seemed to have run to the end of its rope. He trembled once and then fell backward, his gaze dimming.

He had run into his limits and then pushed past them again and again, all before he had even managed to fully recover from the first time.

He simply didn't have the energy to do anything else.

He collapsed with a thud and the pair of eyes in his Destruction World slowly vanished.

The fissures across Leonel's body began to fade... but only in part. If before they looked like glowing lines of jagged red, they were instead more like true wounds, bubbling as though they were infected, when in reality it was because his blood was still truly running so hot. Even his blood itself was evaporating into the air.

His consciousness faded and he ran to the truest ends of his limit.

The last thought he had was that not only was this not nearly as satisfying as he wanted it to be...

Something was telling him that he had played right into her hands.

What he didn't know was that years ago, the Demoness had visited a certain Emperor of the Variant Invalids to stop him from killing Flaura... just so that she could have this very moment.

was completely in the

of Flaura meant absolutely

just wanted her death...

**

flashed like

months ago, he had sensed someone come to this Incomplete World. He had originally thought that he had seen wrongly. But he still felt that the odds of him making such a mistake were far too low. With his skill,

so it was impossible to find their trail because Zephyrion himself didn't dare to step out of the

he had already thought of the potential worst-case scenario and had been prepared for it.

...

like Leonel was used

pair was humanoid, but that was about the only thing human-like

thick, green vines that formed tight knots and bundles that looked almost like muscle fibers running through their bodies. They were especially tall and lanky, the shorter one between the two still standing at over four meters

their private regions, and faces looked

a dark shade of gold. Though it wasn't quite dark gold, it wasn't quite gold either. They were like polished brass

they held some vicissitudes of ancientness and

were a part of a Race of powerful

The Sylvan Race.

the Void Race that

terms of all

known to be

before them, they realized that it

the

female Sylvan spoke

World should be worth thousands of times

an outrageous amount of

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