บท 528: Fury

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. 

Leonel had never expected for such a thing to happen. After being blown away by a mysterious mirror ability, his Coach Owen had flown back more than a hundred meters from Lionel. The distance that separated them couldn't be considered to be small. By any logic, it shouldn't have been possible to attack the Governor Duke without giving Leonel time to respond. 

But, the facts were laid out before them all. Coach Owen's own spear shot through his belly, his blood painting its shaft crimson. 

With a cough, Escobar slumped backward, his breathing growing incredibly shallow. 

Aina's eyes widened. But in the next instant, her gaze snapped toward Leonel, flashes of worry lighting her irises. 

Unfortunately, it was already too late for her to say anything. Whatever light Leonel's aura held vanished, being washed by an oppressive might that made those in his presence feel as though a hand was descending from the skies.