Lenny floated in the air, Judas the wandering city before his eyes.
While the world was busy with the chaos of dying demons that had been brought about by the machinations of his own hand, he was bringing the fight to the door step of his enemy.
Lenny raised a hand to touch upon the veil that shielded the Wandering city. his hands went through it. the city was obviously there, but an attempt to touch it was like trying to catch the moon in the reflection of a pond.
It was just not possible. Lenny took a deep breathe in, and then out again.
If he really did not have to do this, then he rather not. But the truth was that he had no choice. He had to do this. The last time he had come for battle in this place before he had time traveled, he had come for war with Victor by his side.