Leon, who was still kneeling on the ground, bathed in the blood of Aelthar, still lost in thoughts, questioning his morality and inner self.
However the questions evaporated when a sudden detonation of agony split his skull. He gasped, clawing at his temples, but the pain vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a searing warmth that flooded his veins.
Golden light cascaded over him, sealing wounds, soothing fractures, and finally calming his restless mind.
"What… was that?" Leon rasped, blinking through the afterglow. While his gaze wandered around before landing on Aelthar's corpse. Which crumbled to ash over the spear, carried away by a wind that smelled of burnt parchment and scented flowers.
His eyes then moved to the earth, where Rio's body lay motionless nearby, the man's chest still as stone.
"What happened? Didn't he win?" Leon asked in confusion, staring at Rio's face, fixed with a frown of pain and furrowed brows.
[Stop wasting time.]
